On Libby's first birthday, I decided to paint her toenails. That resulted in pink polish all over her feet, my favorite jeans, and the floor. I hadn't had the guts to try it since.
This week, she spotted my freshly-painted tootsies and asked, "Libby have pretty toes, too?"
She picked a glittery purple and sat as still as a giddy 2-year-old can. When I finished, she gasped, "Libby's toes so pretty! The sparkalies just perfect!" Then she walked on her heels, toes out, admiring her "sparkalies."
