Little Daggers

As I sat there in the bathroom cutting Reilly’s nails we talked about his truck book and all the pictures inside. I’m not the best manicurist so I was really trying to focus on the task at hand. The phone rang, it was for me. While I held Reilly’s soft little hands and trimmed the nails onhis innocent little fingers and talked on the phone – Reilly gasped with excitement and happily said “good job Mommy, they are not bleeding this time”.

I’m not proud.

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