Just tonight she called to me from her bed:A: (worried voice) Mom, can you fix them?
M: Fix what?
A: These, my nails, they are not right.
Lights on. Nail inspection. Sure enough, she has successfully bitten off all her nails except for two that are slightly crooked. I trim them up.
A: (stretching out on the bed dramatically) Aaaahhhhhh, that's better. Good night.
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