When Jessica was 3 I found her one day sitting in her room silently crying. Tears were just rolling down her cheeks but not a sound was coming out. I went to see what was wrong and her little baby chub finger was stuck in my laundry basket. I gently tried to put her finger out but it was VERY stuck. I told her don't worry there is nothing to cry about I will be right back with the scissors. Then the crying wasn't so silent any more. She went hysterical and was freaking out. I grab the scissors and told her to clam down she was being a little bit to crazy. "Mommy don't cut off my finger"
I was in shock. I knew exactly what she was crying about and I couldn't believe she remembered that. It had been at least a year before and she was sticking her fingers into every little hole she saw. I teasingly told her that if she got her finger stuck I would have to cut off her finger. So when her finger got stuck in the basket she hid in her room so I wouldn't cut off her finger. And of course I don't remember this and tell the poor thing I am going to go get the scissors.
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