Twice in one week??

It happened again this morning. Things were too quiet, but I didn't realize it until Lucy came in, pointed to the fingers on her right hand, and said, "Look at my yellow." In one split second, I realized that she had found a bottle of fingernail polish in Anna's room and painted her fingers. Fortunately, her accuracy is improving. Unfortunately, she's still only two so accuracy is a relative term.

The first time was just last Sunday. It's really the only day I try to make myself look anything close to feminine and pretty. I wash my hair, put on real makeup, and wear shoes that aren't snow boots. Shoes with heels. One day a week. All the other days I'm fine to throw on whatever I can before the day ramps up to warp speed. Sometimes it matches, but at this point in the year, nobody sees me without a huge coat on anyway. Yes, I have slipped. Blame it on Wisconsin, winter, or the Packers. Whatever... I'm cozy.

Back to last Sunday. As I was applying my "Sunday face," Anna ran in to inform me that Lucy had found a bottle of purple nail polish in Lizzie's room and had it all over. I vaguely remember running fast, yelling something about the new carpet, and possibly hurdling a daughter who may have been in the way. Sure enough, Lucy was covered in royal purple nail polish (WHY does she have that color in the first place?? I don't even LIKE nail polish!) and so was Lizzie's bookshelf. Surprisingly, she didn't even know that she had done anything wrong. She showed me her nails, and her entire fingers, all purple, and said, "This guy cute, this guy cute, this guy cute too." Somewhere along the line, she has taken to calling everything a guy. While I tend to humanize inanimate objects occasionally (most appliances are decidedly female, remote controls most certainly male), this is a new one for us. Because she's the baby, we're calling it adorable and rolling with it. If she had been going to church with us, I would have broken out the nail polish remover and doused her with it, but she had her adenoids out last week and she had the breath of Satan. No way was I going to make the nursery leader smell that for two hours. So her hands stayed purple and the polish came off her skin within a few days. Actually, as cheap polish is wont to do, most of it came off her nails, too. But now her nails are yellow. And, like princess Aurora's parents with spinning wheels, I have rooted out every rogue bottle of nail polish and put them where no one under the age of fourteen will be able to get them.