*headdesk*

While I was doing really delicate inking, I heard my mother walk past me into the other kitchen. Then without warning, I felt the chill of cold metal against my neck, let out a wild shriek and flailed, slashing through my drawing with heavy black ink in the process, thinking I was about to have my head chopped off. Turned out my mother was trying to cut the tag off on the back of my shirt and DIDN'T BOTHER TO TELL ME FIRST.

*sighs*