I Live with Magicians: The Case of the Disappearing Scissors and Other Mystical Marvels

Ah, parenthood—the never-ending, mind-boggling adventure where your house becomes a living, breathing (almost always chaotic) tribute to creativity, chaos, and the undeniable magic that is childhood. If you’ve ever wondered whether your kids are secretly magicians, the answer is emphatically, “Yes.” I’m convinced my 5-year-old, Bennett, and my 3-year-old, Kora, have more tricks up their sleeves than Houdini himself.

The Magic of the Mini Museum

Let’s start with the art of creation—something my kids take to a whole new level. You know how museums have carefully curated exhibits showcasing years of artistic evolution? Well, our house is a mini museum too, except it showcases the rapid-fire artistic explosions of two young children with an unlimited supply of imagination and a questionable amount of toys.

Bennett and Kora don’t just play with their toys; they craft projects. These aren’t your run-of-the-mill “let’s build a tower and knock it down” kinds of projects. Oh no. We’re talking underwater dino aquariums that rival the grandeur of the Great Barrier Reef, magna-tile sea monsters that could give Godzilla a run for his money, and Old MacDonald’s farm featuring not just a few animals, but every single plastic horse, pig, and cow we own. (Seriously, how do we own 14 toy cows? And why?)

And here’s the kicker: they take so much pride in these creations that tearing them down feels like dismantling a national monument. So, what do we do? We don’t. Our home is filled with these art installations, because how could we possibly destroy their hard work? (We’re weak and we know it.)

Art with a Side of Chaos

Speaking of hard work, let’s talk about art—another favorite in our household. I don’t know what it is about mess, but if it’s messy, this crew is all in. Paint? Yes, please. Clay? Bring it on. Playdough? Absolutely. Markers? Of course. And let’s not forget the pièce de résistance: glitter and glue.

There’s something particularly magical about glitter, isn’t there? It starts as a harmless sprinkle and somehow ends up in every corner of your house, even places you didn’t know existed. We also have a complicated relationship with scissors. They’re a key tool in our little artists’ arsenal, but also dangerous, so we’ve taken to hiding them in the highest kitchen cupboard. (Side note: being 5’4” and hiding things up high is an exercise in irony.)

But, here’s where the magic comes in. One day, the scissors went missing. Just gone. We scoured the house, top to bottom, for any clues. Nothing. Weeks passed, and the scissors were still MIA, so we resigned ourselves to using a pair of gelly-handled kid scissors for all essential tasks. And then, as if by magic, those little sons of guns reappeared in the junk drawer—right on top, as if they’d never been gone. No explanation, no clues, just the eerie feeling that our kids had somehow willed them back into existence. Suspicious? Absolutely.

The Mystery of Childhood Magic

So, what is it about kids that makes them such incredible magicians? Is it their ability to make time disappear (like, seriously, where did the last five years go)? Or is it the way they can make messes appear out of thin air, transform ordinary objects into extraordinary creations, and turn your house into a never-ending art gallery? Maybe it’s the fact that, even when things go missing, they always seem to reappear in the most unexpected ways—like those sneaky scissors.

In any case, I’ve learned to embrace the magic. Sure, our house looks like a bomb exploded most (all) of the time, but it’s a beautiful mess filled with creativity, joy, and a sprinkle of chaos. And while it drives me crazy to trip over yet another dino aquarium or scrape play dough off the kitchen table with my thumbnail for the millionth time, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Because someday, the magic will change, and these little magicians will grow up. So for now, I’ll cherish every “project,” every missing pair of scissors, and every suspiciously reappearing object.

And hey, who knows? Maybe one day, they’ll reveal the secret to their magical ways. Until then, I’ll just keep hiding the scissors and enjoying the show.

Final Thoughts

So, fellow parents, the next time your house looks like a mini museum of childhood creativity or you find yourself wondering where on earth that missing item could be, just remember: kids are magicians. Embrace the magic, enjoy the mess, and keep an eye on those scissors—you never know when they might pull a disappearing act! 🎩✨🔮