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!