It’s Stinkerbelle’s first week of summer holidays with NOTHING TO DO. No school, no swimming, nothing. Nada. Nyet. Bupkus.
So, when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.
I took That Girl to the store, and let her choose some nail polish. Whatever colour she wanted.
She’s FOUR. She chose PURPLE. Like, really really PURPLE purple.
And I painted her fingers and toes.
Of course, then she insisted, I had to paint mine, too. So I did. Because that is what moms do. And have done since… well, probably since the invention of nail polish.
It’s okay. I may look a prat right now with my purple nails. But the joy it gives her makes it worthwhile. Well, that, and the knowledge that in ten years time, just BEING OUT IN PUBLIC WITH ME will embarrass her like whoa, makes it even more so.
It’s the little things in life, really.