Our boy's grow fast, really fast. It seems like we're trimming those 20 little finger and 20 little toe nails every other day. And if we don't, we pay the price. They'll affectionately reach up to hold you and slice open your neck with their ragged fingernails or scratch your thighs with their toenails. Worse is when they scratch themselves. The problem with trimming is, you need a jeweler's glass to see their little nails and a saint's patience to clip them as the child is usually flopping like a fish on a hook. Make a mistake and the baby bleeds and screams and makes you feel awful. But, Mama is our clipper hero.
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