Last night, in my efforts at multitasking, I managed to grate the nail off my thumb while scrubbing the pasta colander (who knew those holes could be that sharp?!!!). Yes, I fell to the ground screaming in bloody agony. Then the girls brought me a Diego band aid. Sadly, that did not do much to mitigate the pain of having to continue washing all the dishes with a painfully pulsating thumb burning with the heat of a thousand suns (Owwwww... seriously). It's my right thumb, I might add, and I'm right handed.
"I know it hurts, but we're gonna get to Meesheegan beally soon. In Meesheegan Daddy can make your finger not hurt." Baby told me empathetically.
"I hope that works." She said to herself as she walked away.
Yeah, me too.