Yesterday, the little guy and I had to drive hubby to the train station. While we waited in the car for him to grab his suitcase I started biting one of my nails (a terrible, lifelong habit).
The little guy yelled, "No mommy." At that moment I was totally unconscious of the fact that I had been biting my nails and had no idea why he was saying no. So I shrugged my shoulders and continued to gnaw on my nail.
"Mommy, you stop that!"
"Stop what?" I asked, still completely clued out.
"Stop doing that to your hands," he said. "If you don't stop doing that right now I'm not going with you to see daddy's train!"
Well I sure learned my lesson. Maybe he'll help me to kick my habit for good :-)
1 comment:
Gosh - wish he'd come call me out, too... I just can never stop. Can't. Maybe when I'm old and gray and I can't see my fingers anymore??
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