My son borrowed some tweezers and was poking at his hair in front of the mirror.
Mom: "What are you doing, buddy?"
Rody: "Cutting my hair"
Mom: "Oh, we usually let someone else cut our hair so we don't make a mistake and cut it all off."
Rody: "Well, I'm cutting my hair so I can see my brain."
I'm just glad he found tweezers and not scissors if that was his goal.