My girls are obsessed with having their nails painted. (Well, really just nail polish in general. I have to hide it.) Yesterday, I told Sophie we would paint her nails for church, but, surprise surprise, we ran out of time. I kept putting her off all day, trying to get stuff done. (Housework had been neglected in favor of finishing Easter dresses.)
Last night about midnight she wakes up screaming. Jeff gets up with her. When he gets back, he asks me, "Um, did you promise Sophie you would paint her nails?" I told you, she's obsessed.
This morning, Jeff had the day off and was eating breakfast with the girls. I am feeding Eliza when Sophie asks me again to please paint her nails. As soon as I am finished, I promise.
Evidently, she doesn't trust me. 10 minutes later she comes in with one hand and foot painted red, one hand and foot painted pink. Mads too. Just the way they like it.
Their daddy is the best.