Edie loves to look at me with a sly smile and try to pry her fingers into my mouth. It's not a particularly fun game in the best times, but when her nails are long, it's like someone shoving knives in there.
Marty doesn't quite have the motor skills to do something like that on purpose, but sometimes we'll be holding him, and he'll thrash and flail and catch us across the face. (I'm not entirely convinced it's accidental.)
We have good, sharp kids.