This Little Piggy...

In the interest of full disclosure, I'm going to have to tell you what I did on Friday. You might want to sit down for this. Here it goes. No, really. You want to sit down. OK. (Deep breath...) I cut Sarah's finger off. Sliced it clean off. Her cute little left pointer finger is gone. That's right. The little piggy went to heaven.

You can get off the floor now. I might be exaggerating just a bit. It might not have been completely cut off, and it might not have been the entire finger. There's probably still a stump there (I can't bring myself to look), but I'm pretty sure she could have bled to death - still might.

Here's how I mutilated my child. Her fingernails were in major need of a trimming. I usually take care of that while she's napping. Last week, she issued a three-page declaration stating that among other things she will never nap again. So, I had her on her changing table. She was pretty calm, the clippers were within reach, and that's when I made a rookie mistake. Yup. I tried to trim her nails while she was awake. Go ahead. Alert child protective services. I am a danger to my child. Just as all experienced moms know and can't believe that I could not have figured it out, she of course wiggled just as I was about to snip the nail, and I ended up snipping the tip of her finger instead.

I guess she'll recover. The bleeding has stopped, and she seems to have forgiven me (or maybe she's just afraid that I'll chop something else off), but I'm pretty sure that I'll never be the same again.


Mommy cut my finger off...


I guess I forgive her, but my little piggy might not. He wanted to stay home.