Today I was interrupted as I was practicing my Golden Globe acceptance speech (I was in the shower obviously because the acoustics are best there) when my four year old came running in shrieking at the top of her voice.

All daydreams of rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous flew out of my head as I frantically asked her what on earth was the matter, envisioning something on fire, a tornado, or some sort of supernatural poltergeist activity.

Instead she greets me with, “My toenails are squares!  When did that happen!”  At birth, I thought as I suffered my 32nd child induced heart attack, at birth.