I cut off his finger?!?

Stewie woke up at 3:30 this morning crying.

I sauntered into his room and was greeted by an angry almost 3 year old, sitting up in his bed with his blankie tucked under his arm.  Through tears he said; “You cut off my finger!”

I rubbed his head, layed him back in bed and said, “No I didn’t, go back to sleep”.

He sat right back up and said louder, “YOU CUT OFF MY FINGER!”

I sat on his bed, layed him back down, then took his hand and counted his fingers to him beginning with his right hand.

“Oh” he said, and I sat there as he dozed off to sleep within seconds.

Nightmares… Joy.

When he awoke in the morning, he ran into his Mummy’s room to tell her that I cut his finger off.  She looked at his hand and counted the fingers as I did earlier.

Then, he pointed to the space between his first finger and thumb.  “There!” he proclaimed… There was my finger…

Apparently my son had 6 fingers…

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