Cut it off, uncle! ^^v

My uncle tried to forbid me when I was cutting off name tags. He said, "let me.." Still holding the cutter, I said back, "no, I can do it by myself." He said again with a deeper tone, "let me." I said back again, "I can do it, uncle. Just leave it to me, please. I have nothing else to do, though" He instantly shout, "You did it wrong! Your fingers are too close to the edge. I'm afraid you might cut yourself!" I laughed loudly, so did the rest of the people in the room "I play with knife every day in the kitchen, uncle.. It's not a big deal, even if I accidentally cut my self." I tried to make him understand. "No, let me." He insisted. I gave up the cutter and the ruler. He, then, mumbled about his old friend who cut his own finger. That poor guy had a visible scar about an inch long. I stood beside him, giggling while watching that last name tag being cut. Realizing my existence, he asked me like asking his little daughter to go to her room. "Now go make some cool copy like that one for the job fair project! I like it a lot. Leave this to me." He's the best, isn't he? :D