When Lia was less than a week old, I decided to trim her fingernails. No big deal, right? How hard can it be? Yeah, I cut her. She bled. I sobbed. And that was officially the last time I cut fingernails on children. (No children were permanently hurt as a result of my actions.)
All three kids had somehow managed to be in our bed Saturday morning. So, Tim set out on the dreaded task of trimming their nails. Lia is fine with it, Zeke doesn't know any better...well, this picture pretty much sums up what Ellie thinks about it. I think that Tim got one of Ellie's nails cut. Maybe...
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