I dread having to trim his nails every time. I have to get mentally prepared, work myself up to it because I know it's going to be a fight. As much as I'm dreading it, I approach him with a smile and upbeat attitude but as soon as he sees the nail clippers all bets are off. It doesn't matter what I say or do, he's not going to cooperate! I try bribery, talking sweetly, talking firmly, threatening to tell his dad, but he behaves the same. He may only be 30 pounds but he kicks and screams and twists and turns. It's like trying to wrestle a small crocodile! After twenty minutes of fighting, getting kicked (thankfully he doesn't bite, though he used to when he was younger) I'm tired, out of breath, sweating, but I'm done and I'm finally able to say to my son "OK Steve, you can go play now"
And people told me boys were easier!
And people told me boys were easier!
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