March 9, 2012
I know, she's adorable. Right down to her razor sharp teeth.
I have become accustomed to Claira crawling over to me and hanging out at my feet. She likes to plop herself down on them and hang onto my pant legs. It's just her thing, it's how she rolls. I really don't think anything of it.
That is, until I painted my toenails.
The weirdest part is that it's not even a bright color. It's more of a shimmery pale pink with a coat of sparkles on top.
'Cause I like sparklies, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
Now, however, instead of just happily hanging out minding her own business, she's like a cat chasing a light. She claws and paws at my toenails until she just can't take it anymore. She leans in for the kill and... *chomp* uses those mighty sharp teeth to bite me! On my toes!
True story: I'm making dinner, Claira crawls over, I give her a couple cheerios. Next thing I know *chomp* right on my toe!
Isn't there some kind of saying about not biting that hand that feeds you? Ya ya, no need to point out it's my foot, not my hand.
True story: I'm standing around, chatting with someone who has come over. Claira appears on the scene, crawls over to me and settles in to watch us talk. Next thing I know *chomp* there goes my toes again.
I think I'm going to have permanent teeth marks embedded in my skin. She has never, ever shown interest in my toes before.
I think I should make a sign and hang it on my front door:
WARNING: Painted toenails, enter at your own risk.
The other kids have decided that, toenail polish or no toenail polish, it's just safer to keep to the high ground.