Once in a while when we have ice cream we give the kids their own bowls. It doesn't happen very often...and I think you'll understand why. It makes for a good picture, but it's a bear to clean up.
I had to make a couple of trips from the truck to the house after church (such is the life of a parent I suppose). On my final trip Adelyn met me at the door with two bottles of fingernail polish: pink and nude. Nude seemed to match her outfit the best, so I tried to sway her that direction. Nope. She wanted pink. Arguing with a three year old is silly and futile (as I'm sure most of you know). Besides, they're her hands. What do I care? She'll just pick it off later anyway. So I got started.
After we finished the right hand, I took her left hand and then found out why she had two colors - because she has two hands. Duh. I should have known. I figured she's only three and she can always blame it on me (dad). That, and it made her happy. What more could I ask for?
For the record, I think I did a pretty decent job for a dad.
