Paisley occasionally wakes up from her naps in extremely grouchy moods. What can I say, she is my child. In an effort to ease her grouchiness, we sat down and I painted her finger and toenails, one of her favorite things.
When this hadn't quite done the trick and she wanted to paint my nails, I consented. I know, call me crazy.
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It made her happy though and it wasn't anything a little nailpolish remover wouldn't fix.
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Ok, so maybe a lot of nailpolish remover.
1 comment:
I thought that was blood when I first looked! I was like..."ouch" the whole time I read it!
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