Hubby had to work over the weekend and there I was with the mammoth task of keeping ze brat entertained.
With me having a horrible cold, my choices were limited but brain seemed to be working, blocked nose or not ‘cause ‘ping!’ I had a bright idea. I got my old bottle of nail polish (yep, the only one I have) and much to Hooty's excitement, she was allowed to paint her nails.
Once Hubby got home, she proudly displayed her painted nails and hubby goes, “Oh! You’ve painted your nails. I thought you are too small to paint your nails.” And Hooty says, “No. I am not! I am big now. See.”
“But I think you have to be at least twenty years old to paint your nails,” says Hubby. (Typical Sri Lankan father!)
“But I AM nearly twenty. I am nearly there now.” Says my daughter convincingly. :o)
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ReplyDeleteI know...poor sod...didn't know what he was getting him self into when he became her father (as if there was a choice ;o)
ReplyDeletewell to tell you the truth i dont think he knew what he was getting into when he got married to you!!!! (I'm pretty sure you are going to delete this comment :) )
ReplyDeleteheh heh...yeah...I think so too ;o)...see i didn't delete it!
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