Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Pick a little, talk a little, pick pick pick, talk a lot, pick a little more...

I was trimming all the kids nails today. I just hate long fingernails on kids. It's disgusting- especially in the Spring and Summer when every speck of dirt they come in contact with seems to magnetize there.
Anyway, Teagan has the wonderful habit of biting her nails. (This too, is something she inherited from her Aunt who shall remain un-named, so we'll just call her, oh....Sarah.) So, I only have the occasional toe clipping for her.
James was up and long over-due for some nail hacking. I popped him up on the counter and cut his fingernails first and then proceeded to his toes. I got to the second foot and he warns me not to cut this one snarly, jagged and asking to be hacked toe nail because he "really wants to pick it off!" He was adamant and sure that he needed to do this. So I told him to go ahead and just be careful not to pull it too close and I'll check to see if we need to cut it after. So he proceeded with caution and intent and upon picked completion felt such satisfaction and thanks. "Oh yeah, that was a good one Mom."

I told him that one day he'd feel that same satisfaction and peace after popping a huge zit or something when he's a teenager.

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