becoming my mother

As I was sitting on the couch trying to pick the boogers out of Summers nose I realized that I am turning into my mother who, to this day insists on trying to pop my zits when i have them, I plan on controlling myself when shes able to pick her own nose though. But even with my husband, who has these single long hairs on his back, I get this urge just to pluck them out for him, poor Brian.