"Reese, are you aware that your yard is full of rusty, bent nails?!" I said with alarm as I scanned the area for more and collected them in my hand.
"Yeah, the twins get them out from the garage. It's okay."
"No, it's not," I argued, eyes wide. "This is how tetanus happens!"
She paused, then said, "I'm pretty sure the nail has to be sticking out from something in order for it to really hurt you."
Muttering ungraciously, "Well, Blake and I would be the ones to prove the exception to THAT rule," I emptied my handful of hardware into the dumpster, even as I thought, "You know, she's right. I bet these aren't nearly as big a threat as I'm making them out to be. I should remove the corncob from my rear and throw it away too."
God's working on my humility. Not only are we studying Isaiah in Bible Study Fellowship (summary so far: scary!), but He's also not-too-gently pushing me off my high horse. I think I'm a better parent than you as evidenced by Blake's near-flawless behavior, but then that angel will wake before me, discover the 25-pound bag of sugar in the pantry, and dig out two handfuls, dusting the floor in the process of licking his fingers clean. Upon seeing (and feeling) the gritty spill, he will then attempt to mop it up via application of his small, pink tongue.
Chance of tetanus at Reese's: incredibly small.
Chance of sugar coma at Addie's: quite high.