Friday Night Is Nail Night

Toenails. Is there a more useless piece of body ornamentation than the toenail? Infinite in its unimportantness. Yet tonight is when The Trio gets theirs cut. C started it by asking his mother if he needed his cut. What is she going to say? No? Not likely. On any given night, any given kid will join us in our bed and that is where their little toe knives go to work, slicing and dicing our legs and backs. So of course she was going to cut his toenails. And of course JP would want his done and then, naturally, S. And it went in that sequence, too, as though birth order decreed clipping order. What an odd little group we've put together here, fighting bath, fighting sleep, fighting vegetables, but loving the pedicure.