Earlier this evening, ClumsyCathy smashed her finger in a kitchen drawer.
ClumsyCathy: Ow! Mama my finger is broken!
I inspected the finger and found it to be very not broken.
Awesomeness: Honey, your finger is fine.
ClumsyCathy: But Mama, I broke it.
Awesomeness: You know what happens to broken fingers right?
ClumsyCathy: What?
Awesomeness: We cut them off. Are you ready?
I'm guessing the answer is no, because she ran away and still won't let me touch her.
2 comments:
My husband thinks he has broken his toe and will not stop whinging about it. I think I'll take your lead and threaten to cut his toe off. LOL
I've found this to be effective. :)
Tonight, she wouldn't stop biting her fingernails. I was about to offer to clip them for her when I realized that the exact words I was about to use were, "Honey, if your fingernails are bothering you, we can cut them off."
I didn't want her to have flashbacks of last night, so I let it go.
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