On Monday, we wandered upstairs to do her hair. While in one bathroom, she found fingernail polish. I convinced her to put it down while we went into the other bathroom to do her hair. Once she looking good, she remembered where the nail polish was and insisted I put some on her. She was funny...she held still pretty well and insisted that I put on a top coat of clear fingernail polish! Unfortunately, the color she choose was black...
That wasn't the only time that week she got her nails done. It was hilarious when she asked my dad to paint her nails and he went through 3 different nail polishes until he found one that he liked. He would put on one, not like it, take it off, pick another color, and repeat the entire process. I don't remember he doing that for me!
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