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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