This is how you remind me of fingernail clippings
Ezra: Mom. Cut my fingernails.
Carrie: OK, but not here.
Ezra: No, cut them here in the bed. It will remind me of you every time they stab you in the back.
Ezra: Mom. Cut my fingernails.
Carrie: OK, but not here.
Ezra: No, cut them here in the bed. It will remind me of you every time they stab you in the back.