She climbed up and snuggled close to me and started telling me about her freshly painted nails. Blue, sparkly. She got the polish for Christmas. AND she got a nail dryer. After she told me all about it, I held up my own hands and whispered, "my nails are naked." She gave me a disgusted look, said rather matter-of-factly, "This is not appropriate," and skipped off to her room to gather up her best colors.
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| Apparently the sparkly stuff will change colors depending on my mood. Good to know. |
Nails from a nine-year-old are wonderful. When I do my own nails, they look like they've been done by a nine-year old in an embarrassing sort of way. When Ellie does them, they're perfect just as they are.
Oh, and she drew me a picture. "This is you, Erica."
...the hair...!
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