When I'm sick in bed, Levi J has to live free-range. Usually he just wants to lay in bed with me and read books or watch movies (I have taught him well). But sometimes he does get into a little mischief. Today was the scissors. Thankfully he didn't cut anything that wasn't okay to cut (like his hair, his fingers, the couch, my clothes). I don't know how much more of this "morning" sickness we'll survive.