Mr. Boy went to bed irritable because of the extract of cactus painted on the fingernails of his two sucking fingers. Nibble No More is the name of the stuff provided by his dentist this afternoon for the nail painting. All in the interest of ending his finger sucking to straightenhis bite before his permanent teeth start coming in. The stuff–which tastes unpleasantly sour–is billed as a solution to nail biting. I don’t doubt it. It’s sad, in a way, because he’s leaving one more vestige of babyhood behind. Will this also be the end of Miss El? He usually holds her while sucking his fingers. I didn’t see him with her once all afternoon. Passages.
UPDATE In the middle of the night we hear a cry from Mr. B.’s bedroom followed by: "I feel like I’m going to throw up." His fingers had gravitated to his mouth in his sleep.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 