Scorch and I were wrestling last night and he lunged at me pretending to be a scary deinonychus trying to slash me. (Wholesome family fun!) He didn’t actually get me, but his nails left a fun little gash on my hand. When I examined his fingers nails, I realized that they were scary long and had to be cut.
That night before bed, Operation DeClawing began. Scorch was a rock star until I manged to clip one particularly long nail off in one piece (mad skills, I know!). He was enthralled with this nail, said it was the coolest thing ever and that it actually looked like a miniature dinosaur claw! Then he said he wanted to keep his nail and sleep with it.
When I calmly explained why that wasn’t going to happen, Scorch was NOT happy.
“But Mom- I love it, it’s awesome!”
“Yup, I get that buddy, I do. But still, it’s going in the garbage.”
“Mom- don’t you love me? This nail- it’s a part of me, so you have to love it, too!”
“You know I love you very much, but it doesn’t change the fact that that is garbage.”
And on and on we went. Seriously- why aren’t conversations like this in any of the child rearing books I read?
Happy Love Thursday, all! I hope your day was filled with as much laughter as mine was thanks to my crazy hoarder!