It had to happen. Nail polish has been flowing freely for quite sometime. My only rule? You must put your hand or foot on the floor on a piece of paper. Even on the table on a piece of paper would be acceptable. So really, the emphasis is on the paper underneath. And permission. I wanted to know it was happening. These rules have been broken all week. Over and over again. This morning at 7:20, we had an urgent meeting in the bathroom. I hate waking up to the smell of nail polish and remover. All 7 coats of nail polish were removed from nails and all nail polish was thrown into the garbage can. I call it tough love and the girls knew they were already driving on bald tires, so it came as no surprise.
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We had a similar tough love moment..over BLACK nail polish that made its way onto a marble bathroom countertop..twice!
As I write Philip is painting Emily's toenails. I tried it once and only got one of her nails done. He's the one with the patience! Better go check if they're following the paper rule. :D
Tough love works doesn't it! Sorry I haven't commented lately, but I HAVE been enjoying reading your blog. When are you going to make it into a book? It could be a bestseller! Love ya, sister!
there goes our birthday idea ; )
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