When I was tired of what the wall hanging and ceiling fan were having to say, I started to squawk a little so Mommy would come and get me. I then hung out downstairs for a little while and then Mommy and Mumsie took me back upstairs to have a bath. i sure do love my baths.
Mommy thought that it would be a good time to cut my finger nails. She did a great job on the first hand and I was having lots of fun splashing around in the sink. It's like my own personal bathtub!
Mommy then started to do my other hand (the one farthest away from her). She did all of my fingers just perfectly. Then it was time for the thumb. She took out a HUGE pair of scissors and the next few seconds are just a blur. I have no idea what happened. I was playing in the water and then the next thing I know, i have a hot sharp pain on the top of my thumb where my skin used to be. My Mommy tried to kill me by cutting my thumb skin along with the nail! There was blood, my blood, EVERYWHERE! Can you believe it? I yelled at her... more like SCREAMED at her. Who does that? Why did she think THAT would be a good idea? I couldn't believe it. My poor thumb bled so much it's now completely deflated because all of the blood completely drained out into the bath. Such a mess. Mommy ran out of the bathroom (don't worry, Mumsie was making sure I didn't bleed to death or drown in the bath) to get some ointment. Mommy put it on my poor decapitated thumb (and yes I mean decapitated... the poor head of my thumb was taken clear off!) Mumsie said that I could stay in the bath longer since Mommy tried to kill me. Frankly, they should have let me stay in the bath all day. It's the least they could do to make up for the fact that my thumb is now permanently deformed.
Can you see the cut? It's hard to see, but it's there. trust me.
- Mommy's comments - first off, Miss Emma is a bit dramatic. Yes I did cut the top of her thumb along with the nail, i didn't use scissors and there were like 4 drops of blood. We both cried... I think I cried harder than she did.
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