I did it to myself yesterday and I did it to Jenna this morning. It was bound to happen. I had pinned her to my lap with my left arm across her chest and used my left hand to keep her hand still. She was so squirmy, though. Then it happened. I cut her thumbnail too short. Little droplets of blood came oozing out as she cried in pain. And I know how painful that can be because, as I said, I did it to myself yesterday. Now anytime I press that finger I get stabbed with the memory of my carelessness. Good thing Jenna's nails grow faster than mine.