A while ago, as I was bringing my boys downstairs to get breakfast and start our day, I was standing by the top of the stairs and went to close my bedroom door when K started screaming.
I had shut his fingers in the door. I felt horrible and wanted to cry myself for being so irresponsible. All he wanted was for me to cuddle with him and kiss it better. We both recovered from this trauma and he has learned a valuable lesson: don't put fingers in doors.
Sadly, his poor finger nail is still cracked and yellowed and every time I look at it, I still feel a twinge of guilt for what I did.
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