Mom’s poor pinkie toe

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So between the vanilla bean creme angli-whatever sauce and the chocolate chips cookies, I managed to do this to my foot:

As soon as I finished the creme sauce, Adam wanted pb&j for lunch.  As I rounded the corner into the living room where they were playing, with plate in hand, I smashed my poor pinkie toe into the corner of one of their three (!) (totally ridiculous) toy chests.  First, there was screaming.  Then yelling.  Then crying.  It hurt REALLY bad.

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