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Why Didn't Anybody Tell Me: Pinching

Why Didn't Anybody Tell Me: Pinching


If we turned our basement into a gym, my son would make a killing measuring people's body fat.

There'd be no need to invest in any fancy calipers or water tanks — he's got his own lil set of fingers ripe for the pinching.

To see what happens, read more.

Those wandering digits can find a fleshy area of any body part — the obvious ones and those that I didn't think existed— on the ankles, knees and neck — when least expected.

Whether the pressed fingers strike when I'm in the grocery store line or on the telephone, it's enough to make a mother's eyes water.

Not to mention that his nails are like lil razor blades no matter how many times I trim them. I imagine he sharpens them while the rest of us sleep.

Have you fallen victim to the finger pad grab?

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