My four year old daughter doesn't say 'scissors'.
She says 'zizzors'.
It's the cutest damn thing I've ever heard. I try to get her to say it as many times as I can, just to hear it.
"Mom, can I have the zizzors?"
Me: "The what?"
Me: "I don't know where they are. Do you know where they are?"
"I think they're in the cupboard!"
Me:"What are in the cupboard?"
She probably thinks that I'm retarded when it comes to the scissors.