"Mom! I've almost pulled off my whole toenail!"
(Oh, yes, this is one of those posts, and no, I will not supply photos with this one.)
Almost two weeks ago, Big E took Little e to his gym for their monthly free swim day. When Big E came out from the men's locker room, he found Little e waiting on a bench holding her foot and crying very, very quietly as blood dripped onto the cement floor.
After she was home, we heard the whole story, about how her bag had slipped on her shoulder, and how when she'd pulled it up, the door had opened onto the top of her foot.
And how she had been very careful not to let any of the women in the Locker Room know that she was hurt because:
"they would have taken me somewhere else, and then Daddy would have been scared when he came out of the men's room and couldn't find me."
(This bit about her Daddy being scared is totally true, but it proves to me how much my little, little girl has grown up and just how brave she is.)
So, for the past two weeks, Little e has been wiggling her toe nail. [Cringe]
"Look Mom, I can put things under my nail!"
(It was obvious from the beginning that she would loose at least one, and maybe two nails, from this accident. And I would rather have her excited about this than scared, but... I find myself taking lots of deep breaths with this particular process.)
So, now it has come off, and we are faced with one of those important life questions, is the magical creature that governs toenails a Fairy or a Troll? Do you put it under your pillow? What would such an offering get in return?