I was driving home from shopping one day with my 3-year-old granddaughter Sydney sitting in her car seat. All of a sudden II had terrible sharp shooting pains in my toe. I moaned and groaned about the pain. "What's the matter Nana?" she asked. I told her about the sharp pains in my toe. With a stammer in her little voice she said, "Must be, must be must be toe jam Nana."   Submitted By: NULL