Help a sistah out.

S:  Mommy!  Help!  I got my tiara stuck in my hair!
M:  Here, S, here.  I can get it for you. (jumping up before I could get to my feet)
A:  Let me help too, M. (crowding around S)
M:  Ok.  Ok.  Hmmm.  I think we need scissors.
A:  I'll go get them.
Me:   Noooooooo!  No.  No.  I can get it without scissors. 
M:  Ok.  Maybe you need my screwdriver?  (inching toward his tool bench)
Me:  Um.  No thanks, buddy.  I'll just get try with my hands.

S:  Nevermind.  I'll get it.  (starting to panic, ripping out her tiara and a small clump of hair.)