Submitted by anthonyromanelli on April 21, 2008 - 8:41am.
I parrot-perch my daughter onto the edge of my knees and begin
wrestling her ten tiny fingers so I can trim her nails. Squirming and
worming all over my lap she yelps at me, “Daddy, EASY!”
“I know, sweetheart, you don’t like this, but we have to trim them so we don’t cut your little sister.”