Friday, January 8, 2010

Everyday Stuff

Twice a day, every day, I take a little time to dig the dirt out from underneath Charlie's left thumbnail. No matter how closely I trim that nail, it becomes a cavern of peanut-buttery funk that makes me cringe.

Charlie, like his father before him, is not so much a fan of the manicure.

He writhes and wriggles, jerking his hand away fiercely. Sometimes I have to practically pin him down to clean that nail.

I was in the middle of this wrestling match the other day when I said to my husband, "I've never seen a person fight so hard about something so unimportant."

With a smirk he responded, "Who you talking about? You or him?"

Point taken.