I have to wrangle my toddler into a full nelson in an effort to cut her freakishly long nails. I seriously breed them healthy, along with all the organics I pump into them, because holy moly, her nails grow right back out in a day, and with laser-precision, she’s able to slice into me with her claws like a hot knife through butter.
Same goes for giving her medicine. The child simply won’t take it, which means ding ding, round 1, mom with the medicine cup vs. the toddler. Some children like it and are easy to give medicine to when needed. My toddler? Hates it all, every last single solitary drop, even if it is tasty to her, as is only made apparent to us by her not immediately spitting it at me.
And getting dressed or changing her diaper? Fuhgeddaboudit! A true nature girl, wanting to be down to her birthday suit all the time, completely nakie, no diaper, no clothes, nothing. All. The. Time. Full on battle to get her dressed and keep clothes on her. *sigh*
This poor child will be forever traumatized by nail clippers, medicine droppers and clothing. I fear for her adulthood. For real.
