Stage-Five Clinger

My mother used to call me her "third thigh" because I clung to her leg so tightly as a child. Naturally, now that I am a mom, I have a third thigh of my very own.

These days, Jack spends lots of time hanging off my legs. I can step away from where he is playing and about 30 seconds later -- almost like clockwork -- Jack is tugging on my pants, pulling himself up. He then hugs both my legs and shouts until I pick him up or start playing with him. It's cute -- unless, of course, I am trying to get something done.

I suspect we'll have to break this habit sometime soon. But for now, I suppose I should be thankful for the fact that its much more difficult to sneak into the kitchen for a snack when Jack is around.