"Mommy. There's play dough all over myself!"
I looked my three-year-old over from head to toe. "Umm ... Buddy. I don't see any play dough."
"Look, Mommy! It's all over mine finger!" He held his index finger up for inspection.
I stepped closer.
A miniscule dot of yellow play dough clung to my son's fingernail.
I smiled and gently flicked off the offensive speck. A look of immense relief flooded my son's features. "Thanks, Mommy!" he exclaimed as he ran off to play.
Do you think we might be raising a neat-nick?