"There's only one way to handle this...."

I hear the oldest say. " Handle what?" I replied without turning around. "Can I have the scissors please?" He says. That sure made me turn around and when I did I saw the Prince walking VERY closely behind his sister who is drinking water calmly from her cup. They are still too far away to see what is going on. "Why do you need scissors?" I questioned. "Well, I don't know how it happened but.... her hair got caught in the bubble blower... and well we are going to need scissors to get it out." I started cracking up. It was so funny, they were behaving nicely and then cooperatively came inside together that all I could do was laugh. Only one small knot had to be removed after I put bucket loads of conditioner on the "area". Good thing he didn't get the scissors without asking me, could you imagine???