Last Saturday when it was Rubs turn I set him up on my lap and started trimming his fingernails. This part went smoothly so I was thinking maybe he has outgrown his disdain for having his toenails trimmed. Just as that thought crossed my mind he says, "Not the piggie ones today mom."
Me-"How come Rub?"
Rub-"They are absent. They are sick and unable to come to your party tonight."
Me-"Hmmm. Is that right? Well maybe I better look at them to make sure they are ok."
Rub-"Okay mom. But can I hold those cutters for ya?"
Rub-"Then I think I should just take my piggies to bed, they are tired."
Me-"Sure Rub right after I trim your toenails."
And then began the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.