Wednesday, September 27, 2006
M. admitted it tonight...
Last night when I was out playing with Emma she got her hands dirty a couple of times. I'd tell her to wipe them on her pants. She'd come to me and try to wipe them on MY pants. I wasn't having it because I had to go back out for a meeting last night and didn't want to have to change clothes. So I made her wipe them on her own pants.

Tonight at dinner M. admitted that he'd created that little "bad" behavior. At the end of his day his jeans are dirty from work so he doesn't care if she wipes her hands on him, he encourages her. He forgets that she doesn't discriminate. She'll do it to whoever is handy now.