Whoa, it’s been a busy few weeks, and this week I’m babysitting the three-year-old Human Wrecking Ball. She looks innocent enough, with her big blue cow eyes and red curls, but look out. I finally scolded her after she sat on my coffee table and knocked over my flower arrangement for the third time in so many days. She walked into the next room with her head down, and I was all too happy to have a few moments of peace.
After a few minutes, however, I knew I better find out what she was up to. She was quiet for too long. She appeared in the doorway after I called her, holding out her finger. “Oh, crap,” I thought. I called her over and asked, “What happened to your finger?” Continue reading