Do I need a special pillow for that?

So everyone knows that Luke is a tough kid, but today was a new one for me.

I was clipping his nails (there are 100 dirty nails I'm responsible for, including mine. Brad thankfully takes care of his own.) and I got to the finger that got a hang nail/infected/smashed under a rock/reinfected/another hang nail. He tells me not to clip on it, and says he needs to "brush it". What? "I need a brush" he says. "YOU KNOW." Um, no, I don't know. "What did the doctor say about it?", he asks. I answer that the doctor said he would probably lose the whole nail. "Yeah" he says (exasperated, I think.) "So I need to brush it so it will be nice and clean so I can get a DOLLAR!" I'm so confused at this point. "A dollar?", I say. And he replies (more exasperated) "You know, mama. From the FINGERNAIL FAIRY."

Of course. Because in Luke Hardin's world, you're probably going to lose just as many toenails and fingernails as you are teeth, so why on earth wouldn't there be a fairy for that?

Thank goodness I have this handy blog now, because I'm certain I would have blocked this conversation out already.

And one of the crabs molted. And no one (not even Reid, who returned home from the reunion this evening) wants to stick their hand in the cup of salt water (versus the cup of fresh water - they need both, you know) to remove the creepy exoskeleton. Lovely.

UPDATE: I've learned from googling that we should leave the skeleton in there so the crab can EAT IT. Even lovelier.