pretty, huh?

I babysat tonight for the little girls across the street from us. The 5 and a half year old, Bella, and the 3 year old, Lilah. They were playing outside yesterday and Bella and I had this conversation:

Me: Hey Bella, would you like it if I painted your nails again tomorrow?
Bella: Yeah! Um, can I maybe, um, paint yours too?
Me: Sure!
*thirty minutes later when I went out to take out the trash*
Bella: Hey, um, maybe tomorrow, um, could you bring some of YOUR nailpolish?
Me: Sure!
Bella: Um, Can you bring GREEEEN??
Me: I'm sorry, Bella, I only have pink and purple.
Bella: Um, PURPLE!

So tonight I painted the girls' toenails. Then Lilah wanted to paint my fingernails. Bella was too preoccupied with NickTV.

This is the result, although please forgive the glimpses of black and white paint you may see-that is paint left over from my aunt's that I can't seem to get off. And please note that I did paint my own thumb and forefinger of my left hand:

I painted Bella's toes first, and Lilah leans over and says totally breathlessly "Oh, Bella, soooo pretty." The exact same way I would to a friend's new engagement ring, with the same amount of seriousness. I couldn't help but giggle.

On a side note, it is terribly infuriating when your parents call you out on something you do once (that isn't actually anything wrong) that they have done tons of times, and try to make you feel like a terrible person.