Oh man! This guy. Every day he survives, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Today was no different.
After playing under the couches, he had his little thumb nail ripped right off.
But darn it if he didn't just laugh it off! Dad showed him a lollipop (he had one left over from his primary class that morning). That was all it took. He was all smiles.
That's his entire nail. Came clean off!
Look at that smile. You'd never know he just had his whole nail ripped off.
Even now, days later. He looks at it every once and a while and asks, "This my owie?" To which I reply, "Yes! That's your owie. And he just simply says, "Oh." and that's it.
Now if he can go and play and keep all of his fingers and nails in tact.
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