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.
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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?