Thursday, February 14, 2008

Too Cute

"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?

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