Henry has this thing about hangnails. He just can't bear to have one for longer than a few seconds. When he does he says "I got a hangnail. I need to get the clippers".
Tonight while he was bathing I decided to cut my toenails. When he saw me with the clippers he jumped out of the bath, came running over all sudsy and wet and said "Mum, have you got a bloomin' hang nail?". He inspected my toenails as if he were specially trained in detecting rogue hang nails and passed over each one until he got to the one I had not correctly cut. "Oh, I'll get it" he cried out and then just grabbed that thing and ripped it right off my toe and threw it in the bin.
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