The chair leg leaped into my path and ripped off my little pinky toe. I awkwardly hopped on one foot, frantically dragging my tortured limb behind me. My fingers slapped onto the counter and I sucked in air between clenched teeth.
Eventually, I dared to peek at my missing toe.
Huh. Still there. Not purple or hanging by a thread. Definitely not bleeding. I could have sworn…
I looked back curiously at the toddler chair sitting innocently in it’s usual spot.
The pain of stubbing my toe finally began to subside as I shook my head. I have got to stop fighting with the furniture.