A few weeks ago, as I was hurtling merrily along in my adventure in parenting, I thought that I was doing well and was maybe getting the hang of things. Never think that! Babs, my 9 month old baby, was peacefully napping and Lolly, my 3 year old, was happily playing in the front room while I was doing dishes. After I finished I had a brilliant idea that would, without a doubt, make me the coolest mom ever! Mistake #2. I decided to paint Lolly's nails her current favorite color, Santa Red, while little sister was sleeping. I gathered my supplies and just as I was walking into the front room Babs started to fuss. So, I placed the sparkly dark red nail polish on the back of the piano and attend to the baby quickly and would return to make my child's day. I was gone less than 5 minutes. As I was walking down the hallway, I knew, deep down in the depths of my soul, what had happened. Walking into the front room I was assaulted by the smell of nail polish. My darling little girl had decided to paint her nails herself. And also her shirt. And the rocking chair. And spilled it on the floor, which she then stepped in so that everywhere she stepped in her excitement left a small Santa Red footprint. Thank goodness for hardwood floors. But, despite all this, I just couldn't be mad. She did a pretty good job painting her nails for a 3 year old. I did put her in time out just so that I could tell myself that I didn't let her get away with it completely, but my heart just wasn't in the punishment and she knew it. So, instead, like a good mother, I took a picture.
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