She hands me the bottle and says "For my toes?"
Instead of clapping my hands in girlie joy, I sat her on the counter and painted her tootsies, grateful for insta-dry polish. Grace's response?
"Oh pretty. Now my hands?"
I love this kid! Her fingers were a bit more wiggly, so I held them still and blew on them a bit. Still, her clothes remained paint-free!
Aren't her toes gorgeous?
And the manicure has lasted, even with her daily yogurt facials.