cohen was watching the stoned-out-of-their-minds crew at yo gabba gabba the other day and they were drinking lemonade. he wanted to try it and it sounded really, really really good, so we bought out all the lemons at the store and preceded to make some at home...



now, cohen bites his nails. hard core. a few times i've found him bleeding, and tried my darndest to explain how awful it is, but with no success.

well, there was this one time. . .  i bought that awful anti nail biting polish and told him if he didn't stop we were going to have to paint his whole hand with it. i painted my thumb just to test if the torture would be sufficient and dear lord. a) never realized how often my thumb goes in or around my mouth in a day, b) the taste doesn't leave your tongue for a week, c) that taste is seriously awful. after bath one night i realized he had taken to biting his toe nails. really? at what point did my human decide to contort himself into a pretzel and place his dirty foot in his mouth and precede to nibble on his toes. and where was i? feeling awful about it, i pulled that polish out and told him i was going to have to use it and that it would probably hurt me more than it would him. once the toes were finished, i moved to the little fingers and to my surprise they were loooong.

"cohen!! you stopped biting your nails!!"

"well, yeah mommy, so you had room to paint them with that yucky stuff."

oh.

that didn't last long, however. he's back to being a secretly stressed ridden 3 year old.

ok, so fast forward to our brilliant idea to make fresh squeezed (with our hands) lemonade. i think we made it through 2 halves before he completely flipped his shit. i couldn't tell what was wrong with him (because unlike you, i didn't have his bad habit on my mind) and then the screaming started. poor thing. lemons and freshly bitten fingertips don't really go all that well together. so after we washed his hands and legs and arms (he's a boy with cuts and scrapes all over), our project turned into a solo one for me. well, susie homemaker's lemonade freaking rocks! i should bottle it and make you buy it from me like summertime liquid crack.