After this little accident when the middle, solid wood, dresser drawer decided to attack me, I've been hobbling around the house going decidedly slower than I did before. Today my 12 year old, Tee, came out and showed me her foot.
Behold the "sympathy toe". Can you tell who's is who's? If you need a hint, mine is the one that is swollen like a fat sausage.
Done, of course, with nail polish. I don't think she'd sympathize quite enough to drop the drawer on her toe. But it's the thought that counts. Gosh, I love that kid!