There’s always a parenting moment where you kind of wish you had went about it a little differently. It’s not that I have any regrets about the actual discipline that I had to enforce; it’s that I was injured in the process.
I was wearing flip flops and hit my toe on the back of my son’s heel (he was wearing sneakers) and tore/broke off a portion of my toenail down into my flesh. Half of it. So, now I’m embarrassed to wear sandals ‘cause it’s jagged with one half the original length and one half at negative length.
RE photo: I was paranoid that my jagged toenail would get caught on something so I wrapped it and put on comfy socks.
You didn’t laugh, did you?