Annie always notices when I get a manicure or pedicure. She usually drops to her knees and yells, “ooooh, princess toes!” I’ve painted my fingernails at home lately, and Annie sits there next to me and stares and asks questions. “Gonna color your fingers, Mama? Get princess fingers?” I don’t really get the whole princess connection other than Annie dubs anything pretty, “princess.” The other day, Mike made her some beautiful princess toast.
It was only a matter of time before she started asking me to paint her nails. I kept putting her off, because I didn’t have any polish that was safe for her. Yesterday I was heading out to run errands and before I left Annie grabbed my hand and said, “Mama? Today Annie gets princess fingers? Please?” How could I say no to that? I was princess toast.
I found her some polish at Toys R Us. When I got home, the first thing she said to me was, “Princess fingers, mama?” The kid forgets nothing. I sat her down in her folding chair and she was so ridiculously excited.
She kept saying, “Look Dada! Princess toes! LOOK! LOOK!”
When she wasn’t smiling for Mike, she was very serious.
I told her she had to be very careful because her fingers and toes were wet, and she didn’t want to ruin them. It was probably the longest she’s ever sat still.
The polish was cheap (like $1.19), and it barely left any color on her fingers. But she doesn’t care – she thinks her fingers and toes are the coolest things EVER.
For the rest of the day, I caught her looking at her fingers and toes a dozen times. At one point we video chatted with my parents and she told them all about how “Annie has princess fingers like Mama!” It’s so obvious, but it never occurred to me that she wanted her nails painted because mine were – I just thought she liked the sparkle. And even though it’s frivolous, it makes me happy.
(She spent the rest of the night chasing Mike around, trying to convince him he needed princess fingers and toes, too.)