Daddy Brownie Points

The other day Kyra asked me if I would paint her finger nails. Seeing as how we were on our way to the grocery store, I told her it would have to wait (and quickly dismissed the thought from my head). She proceeded to be a very obedient girl that afternoon, replying politely to my every request. I later complimented her on her manners, with which she replied "that's because I REALLY want you to paint my nails!" How could I say no to that? Of course lunch and naps had to occur, so I promised her that I would paint them after dinner when we had nothing going on. She was tickled pink (don't you just love how easily pleased they can be?).

Needless to say, we had lunch, took naps, and wouldn't you know I developed a rather bad headache during that time. I frequently get migraines, but this one didn't feel quite that bad, so I dismissed it with hopes that it would go away quickly. I started preparing dinner, when the pulsing kept getting worse and worse. Soon enough my ears started ringing. Yep, it was a migraine (and of course too late to take meds that would take effect in a short period of time). I went to take a rest, when a bounding Kyra met my eyes and gleefully said, "it's nail painting time!" Oh, how on the world was I going to muster through this one? I can hardly open my eyes, let alone focus on those little nails. I was just about to tell her that mommy would have to break her promise, when Kyra took one look at me and before I could even say anything, said "maybe Dad can do it!" Ahh, Dad. I don't know if you really want that. Yet, she marched right into the living room with her paint of choice and asked Daddy to paint her nails. And he said YES!

I kind of winced at the thought of him painting her nails, seeing as how he has never even cut their nails, but I was too dizzy to even argue. I took my rest, and after a couple hours felt some much needed relief. I quickly remembered that Daddy had come to the rescue and went to see his handy work. And wouldn't you know it, he did a pretty good job. Not only did he do a pretty good job, he painted Katie's nails! You know, that wiggly, can't sit still for more than 3 seconds girl! Even I haven't ever attempted to paint her nails. What a dad, I tell you. What a dad!