Nail Polish Isn't for Everyone

     I like to paint my toenails. I’m a girl and it makes feet pretty. When Drew was around one year-old he sat down by me as I was painting my toenails and stuck his little feet right up to me so that I could paint his as well. I sighed and tried to explain that it’s for girls, not boys. That, of course, didn’t matter. So I did the only thing a mom in my position could do, I painted his big toenails only. It was a compromise. My husband was less than thrilled and tried to talk to the little boy about it but Drew was so enamored with the shiny lilac color on his toes that nothing that my husband said penetrated his thinking. This went on for years. I’d sneak into the bathroom to paint them and then act as though nothing was up. Drew would notice the shininess and instantly sit for me to paint them. After about a year of this Adam decided it was the thing to do as well so I painted his big toenails, too. They wore shoes everywhere and it wasn’t as if everyone saw it or knew. That is until I had their pictures taken for their third birthdays and they were barefooted. If you know what you’re looking for you can see that they both have shiny lilac big toes. At least it wasn’t red nail polish.