Friday, October 23, 2009

Bad Habits

I love six years old. Daisy endlessly provides entertaining conversations. She found me cleaning the kitchen tonight and suggested that maybe it would be a good idea for her to stop biting her nails. I agreed although I seem to be biting mine more than ever lately. I asked her what we could do to make that happen for her and she suggested wrapping her fingers in tape.

I asked her if someone had said something about her nailbiting.

"Yeah, one of the really mean boys in my class said 'Ha Ha, your nails don't grow. They're little.' They always say gross stuff that people do and all the boys laugh."

What do you mean?

"Like when this one girl was picking her nose . . . she was picking her nose . . . she was talking about picking her nose . . . and the boys all said 'gross!' and pointed and laughed at her."

Have they seen you pick your nose?

"No, I don't pick my nose anymore. I stopped. I don't even remember what my nose tastes like."

I saw you pick your nose yesterday.

"I stopped yesterday."


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