I am far too well aware already that my children are always watching me. When I'm nice, so are they (some of the time). When I pick my nose, so do they (actually, they do that pretty independently of whatever I may do or say). Sometimes when I see them copying my actions though, I am surprised. Today I dropped the pumice stone while in the shower -- barefoot, gloveless gardening means I need something rough to take the mud off. The Toddler Girl picked it up and stood there trying to balance on one leg and scrub her feet.