Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Cruise Director, soon to be eight years old, looked at my fingernails in horror. "Wha - what is THAT?"

"That would be fingernail polish, son." I continued laying out bread for sandwiches. I didn't think it had been that long since I hadn't sported the a naturale look.

"But, what's it for?"

"Decoration, I guess. Something different. Something pretty."

He eyeballed my hands in distaste as I opened the peanut butter jar. "Wait! You aren't going to make my lunch with those fingernails, are you?"

"Well technically I'll be using my hands, but yes, since I don't plan on removing my fingernails anytime soon, the nail polish may be part of the equation."

"Oh, man. I don't think I'm hungry."

"That's fine. More for your brother and sister."

"Oh. I guess I could eat a little something."

Just what I thought.


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4 comments:

  1. Haha! I'm so glad he was able to choke something down.

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  2. Hahahahaha! WAY too funny! So cute!

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  3. Your blog are such a joy to read and visit!!
    Kids are great source of joy and humor...
    Love the new look of your blog.. thought I was on the wrong one..

    OH I found you on twitter. When I started twitting, I was trying to recall who mentioned they are on it and I remembered you.. It's certainly interesting!

    God bless
    deb

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  4. I have never had my son react that way to my painted fingernails...but then again, they are always painted...
    Very funny stuff.

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