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.

Uh-huh.

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!