I was walking in my daughter’s room when I felt a sharp pain. At first I thought I had kicked am open scissors on the floor and cut my toe. But then I looked down and saw a needle in the middle of my baby toe. Yes, that toe is 40 years old, too… but it’s still my baby!
Well, my baby toe had a harpoon in it. And I wasn’t sure how deep but by the amount of pain I was it and the velocity of my foot, it must have been in pretty good. I asked my wife to pull it out. Oh, what a relief.
We then went into the Princess’ room. She was crying because of the whole thing but we must have found 10 more needles on the floor! She’s taken up sewing but has not taken up picking up the needles.