Jocie...she's quite the helper.

Yesterday I was sewing a cover for Miles' changing pad and I sliced my fingernail down the middle. Dang, domestication.

Anyway, I've been careful to try not to snag the nail on things because it hurts.

Today I took the kids to the mall so they could get the heck from under my feet enjoy an outing from the house.

The boys wanted to go to Gamestop so we let them go in while the "Girl Team" hung out in front of the store. As I was standing there I snagged my broken nail on my jacket and it ripped some more and began to bleed a little. I was being a baby and shaking off the pain when Jocie asked me if I hurt my nail again. I told her I did and continued to act pathetic about the pain. She unzipped a "secret" zipper on my purse and said, "Here, you can wrap it up in this. It should help."

It was totally a feminine pad.

Great.