I have always been lazy when it comes to cutting my fingernails, but something happened a couple of days ago that made me realize I need to be more diligent about it. Ellie had just spit up all over my shirt. Normally, I just live with the spit up on my shirt, but this one was bad enough to not ignore. So I go to change my shirt, and I scratch myself on my elbow. I think I said 'ow' but didn't really think anything of it. A minute or two later, I noticed that I had something we dripping down my arm. I investigate and sure enough, I am bleeding because of this scratch.
That night I told John about how sharp my fingernails are and how I couldn't believe that I had drawn blood while changing my shirt. The ironic thing is that when I was changing into my pajamas later on, it happened again! Twice on the same arm! I took this as a sign that I needed to cut my fingernails.