This morning was very similar to most mornings. The girls wake up, I get them ready, we go downstairs and they play for a bit or watch a show on Noggin before we make the trip to school (daycare.) As I'm getting their lunches packed, I realize that LB was very VERY quiet this morning (and the TV wasn't on.) So I go over to where she's sitting at her little table and realize that she is "painting" her nails with a pink highlighter. She has her left hand done and is working on her right hand. She sees me watching, so she proudly shows me her hands and says, "Mommy, I have nail polish!" I knew I had two choices. One, take a screaming 3 1/2 year old to the bathroom to wash her hands; or two, color in her thumbs and get the show on the road. Guess which I chose?
Yup. I took the highlighter from her and colored in her thumbs and we had a VERY happy child as a result. I was able to get their coats on and we were out the door in no time. Sometimes the path of least resistance is the right answer. Besides, what's a little highlighter?
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