I painted my toenails the other day to make them semi-presentable in flip-flops (or "plip-plops" as Chica would say.) Chica saw my nails and flipped out. Fuh-lipped.
To continue my two year reign as her favorite woman on the planet, I baited her with exactly what she wanted to hear:
"Would you like for Mommy to paint yours too?"
I might be the only nail specialist who gets paint on the bottom of your feet, but look at her face.
I might be the only nail specialist who gets paint on the bottom of your feet, but look at her face. She's putty in my polish-covered hands.
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