Gotta do it! Big monkey asked me to paint her nails, so I say ok. She wanted black with bloody red tips for Halloween. I say ok. (I remember, she wanted the same last year.) I paint her nails. She likes it. Yes! I do a better job than last year. Experience counts. As I am painting her nails, she tells me that I am the only guy in a house full of women. And I do the best job on their nails (and cutting their hair, and fixing owies). Yes, I have been cutting their hair their whole lives, except for one time when the big monkey cut her own when she was two (wow! I had to do damage control after that one. And once when I took her to get it done professionally around four.) They both still ask me to cut their hair. Luckily, it comes out ok. Not because I know how. But since I don't know how, I take my time and I am careful. The monkeys and their momma rush through and it ends up looking sloppy. So, they keep asking me. And I am happy to do it. Quality time! Before too long, they may not ask, so I want to enjoy every bit of it that I can. Not like it's hard. Paint within the lines. Yup. Time. Our most valuable commodity. Her nails show up better with a flash. More stark. I wouldn't know any better, but I think they came out ok. Uh-oh. I see some white in the picture. Gotta touch up.
LOL REAL men know how to do nails...for their daughters! Dunno, Hanzo, I think you also better save up for a shotgun when all the boys come sniffing around. She is quite the cutie...thanks for sharing