In an effort to keep Maly from slicing her face open or scraping out an eyeball, I try to keep her fingernails trimmed down.
Last night she was fidgety and I was rushing as I thought of myself as a seasoned baby nail trimmer since I’ve performed this duty a whole two times previously.
Her entire body jerked when the flesh on her thumb was bitten through by the clippers. She screamed. Elise shreaked. Tears immediately poured from my daughter’s eyes and the look on her face said nothing other than, “Why would you ever want to hurt me, Daddy?”
There’s gotta be some kind of award for this.