B: Hey mom.
Me: Yes, sweetie?
B: Hey, somethin’s wrong with your foot.
Me: What’s that?
She places her index finger on the dark polish on my big toe.
B: Mama, what happened? You got sparkles on it or somethin?
Categories: Mama Sap
B: Hey mom.
Me: Yes, sweetie?
B: Hey, somethin’s wrong with your foot.
Me: What’s that?
She places her index finger on the dark polish on my big toe.
B: Mama, what happened? You got sparkles on it or somethin?
3:55am??? Holy cow!
Anyway – so her next comment wasn't something like – "I have some?"
Eastern Standard Time. 6:55am, though it felt kind of like 3:55 when Avery first started her unmistakable, "You are getting up now whether you like it or not" symphony. And as for the polish and, "Can I have some?" We went down that road, Briar turned tail and ran back crying and screaming. No more nail polish for her.
I like your kinda sparkles.
I have a feeling that's just the tip of the iceberg of sparkles within you.
Cannot follow Jenn's comment. Just cannot. It's too good.
Confession: I can only polish my toes when the boyz are in bed because they're OBSESSED and want some on their toes soooo bad. All 3 of them.
I'd do it (and have done it) but Hubby tends to get a bit irritable when I do.
And you said if sparkles are wrong, you don't wanna be right! 😉