My other son bites his nails. CRAZY bites his nails. I have no idea where he gets it from.
B has beautiful hands, his father's hands. And he gnaws at them all day long. I almost never see him doing it, though, unlike T, who couldn't care less if you catch him digging around in his nose. Today we had a little talk about it.
I asked B if he even thought about quitting nail-biting. He gave me that look. I explained that he has gorgeous hands and that as he gets older, people will take him more seriously in life if he has well-manicured nails. (It's true, people notice that stuff.) T was steadily picking away in the back seat the whole time.
We struck a deal. Each hand is worth 25 cents a day. If he goes one day without biting, he gets 50 cents. One week gets him $3.50, one month, $14. $14 is almost a Gameboy game. He shook on it and then said, "What about you, mom?"
Shit. I have now gone 5 1/2 hours without biting my nails. $14 is almost a pedicure.
T and I struck the same deal today. He actually made it all night without one single pick. I bet he caves first. That boy loves him some boogies.
As we were driving home, we wondered which would grow faster, B's nails or T's boogies. Which do you think?