After I spent Friday evening and most of yesterday at my curling club for a bonspiel, I spent a few hours with the kids so my wife could get away from them.
In the course of this adventure, I decided that the Monster’s nails needed a trim. As I’ve mentioned on multiple occasions, he likes to squeeze things when he’s not happy – usually me, but sometimes his brother – and tends to dig his nails in, so I thought I’d just take care of it really quickly. He was being nicely compliant, letting me cut his nails with a clipper… until he wriggled and I missed. Continue reading