I was upstairs brushing the girls' hair this morning and thought I kept smelling fingernail polish. Camie said it was coming from downstairs, but I dismissed the thought and finished their hair. A moment later I stepped out of their room to come downstairs and was hit in the face with the unmistakable fumes of nail polish. Then I remembered Micah was downstairs. I waddled/ran downstairs, dreading colored puddles on the bar, floor, and clothes. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad. Micah proudly showed me his sparkly feet. He was extremely pleased and unrepentant. :)
Twinkle Toes
Proud Artist
1 comment:
Maybe nail polish fumes are a good thing after all. Nice photos. Can't be mad at that cute smiling face. (:
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