You caught me Daddy. I’m biting my toenails again. I’m sorry. I know you told me not to, but I’m nervous and I always bite my toenails when I’m nervous. I’ve been watching the clock for feeding time and it’s only five minutes away and no one is moving towards the kitchen to make the bottles. I’ve been whining for 45 minutes now to let you know that dinner time is approaching, and my lobbying efforts have gone ignored. This whole feeding business is very stressful. Sometimes we have to throw an absolute fit to remind you to feed us. And other times, when there’s only one of you feeding us, you choose Benji to go first. That boy eats slower than peeling paint. Patience is not my virtue.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Toe biting experience
You caught me Daddy. I’m biting my toenails again. I’m sorry. I know you told me not to, but I’m nervous and I always bite my toenails when I’m nervous. I’ve been watching the clock for feeding time and it’s only five minutes away and no one is moving towards the kitchen to make the bottles. I’ve been whining for 45 minutes now to let you know that dinner time is approaching, and my lobbying efforts have gone ignored. This whole feeding business is very stressful. Sometimes we have to throw an absolute fit to remind you to feed us. And other times, when there’s only one of you feeding us, you choose Benji to go first. That boy eats slower than peeling paint. Patience is not my virtue.
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