Growing up, my grandparents had 16 Hummels, 2 for each grandchild, on display at kid level. We learned, just by being told, that you look but don't touch the Hummels. (I think we're all scared to death of breaking one of our Hummels even now!) That's how I taught my son, and, now, his twins, not to touch my sewing scissors. The Ginghers are kept in their sheaths, so are easily identified and I put a keychain thru the handle of a pair without a sheath. (Of course, when my son and grandkids were little, the scissors, seam ripper, rotary cutter, etc. were kept out of reach.) The twins are now 12 and they still come to me and ask, "Grandma, are these your sewing scissors?"