Friday, September 25, 2009
The Great Finger-Sharpening Incident
This afternoon Sophs came running up to me, holding a mangled, hamburger-like tip of a pointy finger. She had been "practicing her letters", singing to herself - looking so grown-up and composed I could barely stand it. Next thing I know she's wailing. Owwwwooooooo! Say whaa...? How did we all of a sudden go from a...b...c..."How do you make a 'd'", to a potential ER situation, you ask? I certainly ask!
Blood dripping onto the carpet, I calmly asked her what in the sweet Jimmy had happened?
With a slightly perplexed look on her face, she responded: "Uhh. Well." She looked at the wall. Scratched her chin with her finger stump.
Waiting for an answer, I started hypothesizing. "Did you bite your fingernail down to the cuticle? ...Cut yourself with the craft scissors...the toenail clippers? Have a Freddie Krueger moment with Daddy's saw in the garage?"
"Oh, noooo! I promise I didn't do that, Mama!"
I stared at her, waiting. Waiting. (Im)patiently waiting. Finally there came a sigh. Then a fairly significant pause. Followed by...
"Well. See. I'm not totally positive. But I think I may have sharpened my finger with the pencil sharpener."
Rather than get into the fundamentals of how one "accidentally" mistakes a part of their body for a writing utensil that needs a finer point, here she is. Breaking it down for y'all.
P.S. You'll notice Sophie's voice still has a slight nasal quality from the tonsil/adenoid surgery. Yes. There are a few details to catch you up on.