Wanna watch Elaine FLY out of bed to see the carnage?
Helen is very good at this. Today, she came up to me and announced, “I’m a good artist, Mommy! Look at my fingernails! I painted them.”
At first in my slumber-haze, I thought it was just nail polish remover, because she’s been obsessed with cotton balls lately. No such luck. She actually did manage to get a bottle of nail polish open and she painted her nails.
Thankfully, she used clear polish, and stayed in the bathroom to do it.
I immediately put all nail polish in the linen closet on a shelf up over MY head, in a basket, out of sight, in a difficult-to-reach spot. And I may move them from there today since she saw where I put them.