We no longer trust my sister with anything sharp or hot! (Love you sister!!!)
As an adult that fear of sharp objects remains. No, I am not afraid to use knives or scissors. Instead, I am pretty well convinced that if my kids ever get their hands on them, they will manage to cut me, each other, or themselves. Terrified.
I have managed to successfully pass down that terror to my son. From the time he was born, I stopped calling the sharp instruments, knives or scissors. Rather, they were the owie scissors and owie knives. I wanted it clear that anything sharp = pain!
I should add here that I have no qualms whatsoever of passing on my own fears to my children. Especially when it's a rational fear. (Yes, fear of escalators is totally rational!!!)
My daughter knows no fear. Especially when it comes to playing with dangerous objects.
Recently she climbed up on top of the kitchen counter and retrieved the kitchen scissors. She brought them to me along with her pet tissue box, "boxy." "I can't cut this. Can you help me cut this?"
Needless to say I freaked out. And that's putting it mildly. As I took the scissors away from her she said, "but I wanted to cut my toenails with them."
|Sharp "Owie" Scissors|
The knife block has been relocated to the top of the fridge. I am holding my breath that she doesn't figure out how to climb up there.
The other day, I made my son a sandwich. I put the plate on the table and he asked me to cut the sandwich for him.