Just this morning while watching Abby perform in her first play (Wicked), I was thinking to myself how proud I was of her up there all grown up doing big girl things. I was a little sad at how fast the little girl part of her seems to be leaving.
Then later on today, that thought came to a screeching halt.
While I was changing a diaper she escaped to the bathroom, stripped down to her birthday suit and covered her entire body in fingernail polish. I mean, the girl got it in places I am not even sure her little arms could stretch to.
When she opened the door she knew she was in trouble, not just because I had seen it but because the fingernail polish was burning as it dried. I quickly saw that she had already been trying to scrub it off.
She burst into tears.
“Mama, am I in huge trouble?” she asked with her quivering lip.
“Oh I don’t think you’ll need anything else. I am pretty sure you will learn your lesson all on your own with this one,” I said, while trying to figure out how to scrape the polish off her cold skin.
“Mama I didn’t know that the paint dried and would burn. Dooon’t be mad,” she tried to say as she burst into wails while the snot bubbles started popping.
A while later, after trying to use different things to scrub it off her rubbed-raw skin, I asked…
“Should I take a silly picture of you? Would that make you feel better?”
“NOOOOOO,” she sobbed.
“Why? It might make you laugh,” I asked hopefully.
“NOOO. You will put it in your blog. I don’t want it on your blog!” she said, continuing to sob.
“Ok. Ok.” I reassured her. “We won’t take a picture. Why don’t you want it on the blog?” I asked.
“‘CAUSE ALL YOUR FRIENDS WILL SEEEEEE!” she sobbed, snot bubbles continuing to pop.
Her lesson learned: Don’t play with fingernail polish. It hurts like heck.
My lesson learned: She still IS a very, very little girl and I love it. Even when she is covered in fingernail polish.
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