“Sunshine, come here. Let me clip your nails,” I said.
She laughs hysterically as she tries to run across the bed.
“I’m tired of being scratched. One…” I begin my countdown.
My husband laughs. “I just listened to someone talk about parents like you that count. One, two, two and a half…” He mocks as he laughs.
“Whatever, it works. Besides she’s only 18 months old…” I reason as he continues to laugh.
I turn back to Sunshine and hear, “5…” with her hand in the air. She never stopped counting.
Well it works most days.