Brigham has gnarly toenails. Seriously gnarly toenails. I have intentions of clipping them more often, but he makes such a big deal of it that I usually leave them alone rather than fight with him over it.
This morning when I looked at them I decided that not only was it worth a fight, my ability to think of myself as a good mom hinged on clipping these toenails TODAY. I'm wishing I took a before picture, but for your sakes it's good that I didn't.
I took Brigham outside for the clipping so I wouldn't have to clean up the residue. He made it half way through the job before the agony of it all became too much for him. "Could I at least have a sleeping pill for this?!"