Nail Virus

Daelyn walked into the kitchen with my nail snippers in his hand (not to be confused with clippers, which are definately different).

"Mommy," he began, "I need you to cut this nail for me."

He held up his hand with the offending finger extended. This has been a frequent occurrence lately - enough so that he gets the snippers himself and brings them to me. I reached for his tiny little finger and, sure enough, the nail was torn and hanging by a piece below the quick. It needed to be "nipped" off.

"Son," I commented, "you've torn off another nail? This is the third one this week. What seems to be the problem, honey?"

"I dunno. I think I have a nail virus."