Today was bath night. 4 kids washed, dried and dressed. They lined up to get their hair combed and then I started on clipping nails. Thats when I noticed it.
Nehemiah is missing a toenail.
I gasped. "Nehemiah! What happened to your toenail?!"
Nehemiah covered his mouth, hiding a smile "I picked it off."
If it was possible to gasp louder than the first time, I totally did "You picked off your toenail?!"
said through a little giggle "yeah"
"didn't that hurt?"
looking at me like I'm the weird one "no"
at a loss for words, I can only muster up "don't do that anymore, ok"
laughter (his, not mine)
Yeah, that was good for a laugh.
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