Lydia had a hangnail on her thumb this evening. She only showed it to me after she picked at it a while and made it worse. As we headed toward my bathroom and the clippers, I jokingly told her I was going to have to remove the whole thumb.
Her eyes widened as she looked at me in shock, then she summoned up a ninety mile an hour protest.
“No, you can’t do that ’cause then I won’t have any thumbs today, and then I’ll be sad. And I’ll go to school and everyone will ask, ‘Hey, what happened to your thumb?’ and I’ll say, ‘My mommy cut it off,’ and they’ll all be sad!”