I discovered it one day while washing her hands after playing in the dirt. Daddy noticed too, and we made note to show it to the doctor at our next appointment. A few months went by, and it grew. A wart began to rear it's ugly head right at the base of her sweet, painted nail. It was the kind that grows outward with columns that arrogantly boast their appearance, and she began to shield it. We tried a few things to discourage it's growth, but grow it did. It often caught on things, so we bought Frozen bandaids, and she felt a little safer with it covered. The bandaid had to be just-so, and she developed little habits and preferences to protect her hurt finger. Our doctor suggested squeezing lemon juice on it (who woulda thunk??), and that started to work. It began to shrink and come a little loose. She came crying into the kitchen a few times with it bleeding because it had caught and torn as she was playing. She had gotten so used to having a little owie to protect ...