Tall, Thin, and Sharp Nails
Henry, at bedtime: Mommy, my toe hurts. I think it must be poison eye-sy.
Me: Henry, you haven't been anywhere near poison ivy. I think you're OK.
Henry: It was probably a cactus, then.
Me: You haven't been near a cactus either.
Henry: Maybe someone poked me with a knife.
Me: A knife!? No one's been anywhere near your toes with a knife.
Henry: Well, then, I must have run into someone's sharp nails. Yep, someone tall and thin, with sharp nails.
Me: Henry, you haven't been anywhere near poison ivy. I think you're OK.
Henry: It was probably a cactus, then.
Me: You haven't been near a cactus either.
Henry: Maybe someone poked me with a knife.
Me: A knife!? No one's been anywhere near your toes with a knife.
Henry: Well, then, I must have run into someone's sharp nails. Yep, someone tall and thin, with sharp nails.
