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Is there a manicurist out there?

A couple of days ago Lucas told me that I needed to cut Liam's nails because they were sharp and Liam was scraping him. So I told him that I did just cut Liam's nails. Before I had time to qualify by saying that sometimes, the edges can be sharp when they've just been cut, Lucas asked me, "Mama, is there a store or somewhere you can take Liam to get his nails cut?" The implication was clear, I heard it myself - my own son wanted to outsource me!

So while I was shaking my head in woe and lamenting on how far I had fallen, I thought about what Lucas said and more importantly what prompted his question. Gunnar calls Lucas our "problem-solving" son. He has a very direct approach to most things and has a simple view of the world. He is also very innocent, I think, for a 7-year old. Case in point, he started dangling pretzel sticks out the side of his mouth, much like a cigarette. Gunnar was a little disturbed, but of course it was just "..tumbleweed, Papa, like the cowboys have."

I compare Lucas with my neices who are around the same age. Frankly, they both seem quite worldly and "knowing", I'm always afraid that they're going to ask me some hard question about life or death or something. (This may be totally my imagination since I'm terrified of little girls.)

Anyway, I can't say for sure what many other 7-year olds talk about and do, but I do know that we keep Lucas in a protected bubble and intend to continue doing so for as long as we possibly can.

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