Rachel's red toes have been "scrubbing off," as she puts it, so she's been wanting me to re-paint her toes. Finally today I let her get the basket of polish out. She carefully looked over her choices and chose a very pale pink.
She didn't realize that changing the color involved several other steps:
1) removing the old polish
and
2) cutting her toenails again
She hates having her nails cut, and today was no different. And she hated the polish remover--too cold and tickly, she said. She squirmed and squirmed. I finally told her she could finish herself, which helped, but she couldn't get it all off herself.
Finally we painted her toes pink. Then Mommy had to paint hers to match. Except Mommy only has 9 toenails, as of this morning. I was cleaning my room and ran my foot full force into my mirror stand. I first thought I broke my little toe, because of how badly it hurt, but upon inspection found lots of blood and discovered that the toenail ripped almost completely off. I'm now hobbling along, trying to clean the house. Ouch.
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