Luke was in the family room watching TV (or so we thought) while the hubby and I were in the kitchen finishing up installing a new dishwasher. I may or may not have been observing the installation while drinking coffee, but that's not the point. The other night I started a load of dishes in the old dishwasher and half way into the wash I notice water seeping out all over the kitchen floor. That's all I needed to see for me to request a new one. The old dishwasher needed to be replaced before we bought the house.
I glance over to the family room and see Luke's arm waving over the couch as he peeks over.
I wave back thinking he's just being a cute 3 year old boy. But then he did it again and had that guilty look on his face and I knew he was up to something.
He holds his hand up once more and I notice something shimmery as he's wiggling his fingers. I walk over to him and take a closer look. He said, "I have pretty fingers!" Ugh - This is what I saw.
It's a little hard to tell from the picture, but Luke had painted his fingernails. Apparently, he went into the bathroom and saw my "cotton candy" colored polish and decided he wanted his nails to look like mine. This child is right handed, but he painted the nails of his right hand which means he used his left hand to do the job. I was seriously impressed with how well he had done, but was not happy at the fact that he actually painted his nails.
I attempted to explain to him that most of the time only girls and mommy's paint their nails.
And he was so sweet about it and just said, "Oh." It was like he understood, but it was kind of a let down. He liked his pretty sparkly nails. Yikes!