...and you thought I was going to say "hangover!"
My rough and tumble boy, with his innate skill at the perfect takedown, freaked out over a bloody hangnail. Pain was not the issue; it was the blood. Ironic, since his superhuman strength is sure to draw a lot of blood over the next few decades.
Hubby had to handle it, as I was out running errands, but he discovered that the best tactic for getting cooperation was a chocolate cookie. The promise of such a treat was the only thing that got him through a simple nail clipping. Now, if I could only use such bribery to get him to brush his teeth. But then again, that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?
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