Logan breaks mom's toe-Oct.

This is the story of how my toe died. It's actually a very good story and it was a blessing that my toe was the only one to perish.

Let me give you some backstory. Logan, my 2 year old that I love deeply, has been displaying his best "terrible two" skills this week. He's been driving the girls crazy just because he can. He spits, hits, kicks, argues, and never NEVER says "sorry". He won't say it even after he has spent some quality time alone in his room contemplating the meaning of the two words, "brotherly love."

This week me patience has been tested to the very limits of it's capacity. I even made the comment in front of Esther that I was going to sell him to the gypies.

Mike's parents are here visiting. Emma Grace was showing Grandma her ABC flipbook and displaying her knowledge of the english language. Logan was trying to take the "fluff" on the mitten on page M. Emma Grace freaked out which made him even more determined to get his way.

In steps mom. Trying to show Gracie and my in-laws how well the situation could be handled:

*I spoke softly to my son

*I told him that he could read the book next

*I spoke about waiting for our turn

*I promised we could go get him a cotton ball to play with

*I told him how fun it would be to make an art project for Christmas with "fluff" for Santa's beard

*I expressed how sad I thought he would be if he ripped Gracie's book.

The time for talking was now over. I held him tightly under his arms. He held the heavy kitchen chair tightly with his legs. I lifted him up. He lifted the chair up. I pulled him back. The chair fell back and onto my poor innocent, already ugly, baby toe. I dropped Logan, expressed in very clean language (I still had an audience) how badly it hurt.

Then I just have to say that for Logan's sake and his future happiness it is a good thing that I was aware that all eyes were on me, because I was SO mad at that point I could have really let him feel my wrath. Instead, I scooped him up, hobbled to me bedroom, locked the door behind us, dropped him on the lovesac, went into my bathroom, locked the door and cried.

My heart left my chest to pump in my pinkie toe. It was white on top and red all around. Somewhere in the distance I could hear Logan screaming but I didn't care. When I thought I could talk to him without sending him to meet his maker I emerged from the bathroom. I should have stayed there for a few more minutes. When I showed Logan my toe and told him to say sorry he screamed, "No, I not be your friend any more!"

Alrighty then, I walked out of my room alone, found my cell phone and texted Esther. "Do you know of any gypies looking for a little boy? I have one going cheap."

That is the series of unfortunate events that led up to the death of one toe and the little boy that got off easy.