Apparently when you are two (or almost 2), the best way to be completely tortured is to have your toenails clipped. Rob & I have to tackle her down on the ground, while I try to hold on to a squirmy foot and clip a toenail that is no bigger than the tip of an eraser. The whole time she is screaming and crying as if I were actually cutting her toes off. The neighbors must be wondering what is going on, and all I can say is that I had to cut her toenails. Rob, however, does not agree that this has to be done. He thinks we shouldn't cut her nails because it bothers her so much. The mean old Mommy believes that the toenail torture must continue. So far this week I was able to cut 3 of her ten little piggies.
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