Last night was Baby Tune-up night. A bath, lotion on her legs, and then trimming the fingernails. Cutting the Bean's fingernails is always an ordeal. She wriggles and complains about being held down and restrained. It's stressful for me to try to get her nails clipped before she wrests her little hand out of Husbands grip... No accidents so far, thank goodness.
Anyway, so last night Husband has Bean in his lap while I was trimming her nails and she was screaming. She had wriggled into a prone position, and so the tears were welling up in her eyes.
When I finally finished her nails, Bean sat up and a giant crocodile tear came running down one cheek. She could feel the tear running down her face and she tried to pick it up. She came away with wet fingers, which she examined with great curiosity.
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