almost two years ago when we first cut the fingernails of the child was, the child is still a very tiny baby and his fingernails, the tiniest of world. We needed four hands and a lot of courage in order to show the scissors.
Today is routine nail clipping, to me anyway. The child finds it appear as a change in his physical integrity, he seldom says immediately "yes" when I think we should once again cut nails. Sometimes it helps if he feels as autonomous decision-making and even pretends to in what order is cut. Today he was sitting on my lap, we had assessed the damage of acute Nägelchen scratches on the back ("painful") and were actually in agreement ("better"). Almost agree, because although I had the scissors in his hand, but the child was his fists firmly closed, the nails well hidden (no).
"Tell me, what with nail we start, yes?"
"- - -
." Tell me, honey Which nail we cut first? "
from the closed left fist stretches a little timid finger, well, then, is all.
"Den", he says, typing with a finger tip quickly to the nail of the middle finger. On the nail of my middle finger.
The little fists are clenched been back, and he nods to confirm. "Den, Mom."
We're not that stupid village.
Today is routine nail clipping, to me anyway. The child finds it appear as a change in his physical integrity, he seldom says immediately "yes" when I think we should once again cut nails. Sometimes it helps if he feels as autonomous decision-making and even pretends to in what order is cut. Today he was sitting on my lap, we had assessed the damage of acute Nägelchen scratches on the back ("painful") and were actually in agreement ("better"). Almost agree, because although I had the scissors in his hand, but the child was his fists firmly closed, the nails well hidden (no).
"Tell me, what with nail we start, yes?"
"- - -
." Tell me, honey Which nail we cut first? "
from the closed left fist stretches a little timid finger, well, then, is all.
"Den", he says, typing with a finger tip quickly to the nail of the middle finger. On the nail of my middle finger.
The little fists are clenched been back, and he nods to confirm. "Den, Mom."
We're not that stupid village.
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