Anna's fingernails grow like they were possessed. For the first few weeks of life, she was fine. Those babies fell off on their own - no problem. And then....
...she could scratch. I'm not talking little skin rashes. I'm talking full on, tear through your skin like the claws of a jungle cat scratch. Those babies are right up there with knives, samurai swords, and of course, lightsabers.
And how are you supposed to combat them? A teeny tiny little nail clipper.
Yeah right. This post has been brought to you by the letters W, T, and F.
P.S. 22? Really?
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