Curly (in bed): WAAAAAA! I need Mommy to come cut my fingernail!
Hubby (at the foot of the stairs): I don't think so.
Curly: Yes I do. Mommy needs to cut my nail so I don't bite it.
Hubby: I'll cut it.
Curly: WWAAAAAA I want Mommy to cut it.
Mommy (from the kitchen where cookies are being baked): I did tell her to ask me. I'll do it.
Curly (when Mommy has arrived): It's this thumb.
Mommy: That thumb nail doesn't need to be cut. Are you just trying to stay up to keep from going to sleep?
Curly (with a disarming smile): Well, a little bit, yeah.
Mommy (trimming nails anyway): At least you're honest.