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 from dear readers:
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jennyonthespot Says:
April 27, 2009 8:03 PM
Hahahahaha! WAY too funny! So cute!
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Debbie Says:
April 27, 2009 9:57 PM
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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Dumblond Says:
April 28, 2009 10:30 AM
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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April 27, 2009 9:06 AM
Haha! I'm so glad he was able to choke something down.