Emails, phone calls, and case worker visits are but a few of the consequences of posting pictures of toes on sinks. Perhaps a public update is in order.
Lila is fine. Her normal toddler jog has a conspicuous dip to it and her natural tendency to wail piteously is a bit more pronounced, but she's fine. The doctor has told us that her nail and all the surrounding parts should theoretically grow back, but he didn't look ready to place a bet on it just yet. He did have some targeted words to say on the subject of barefoot brick-laying, but my wife was not in attendance to hear them.
Next, the photo is real. That said, it did make the flap of skin (and that's really all it was) look a hell of a lot like a whole toe, didn't it? I myself was horrified to see it on my computer screen and could not resist the temptation to post it without explanation. If The Mom hadn't chimed in early that there was "no bone or muscle" damage, I surely would have left it up to the imaginations of my readers for much longer without comment. You should thank her. Then tell her targeted words about barefoot brick-laying.
This morning we went into the backyard for the first time since the injury. Lila was fine and went around the yard (fully shod) pointing at various paving stones saying, "I not picking it up, Daddy! I not picking it up!" For her part, Victoria spent her time sitting across from me at our patio table, occasionally asking for a sip of my coffee. When I finally acquiesced to her badgering, she gave me a distrustful look and said, "No, thank you. It's awfully bitter."