This is the clearest picture I could get with my squirmy son. I started painting my toe nails the other day and realized very quickly that I had a captive audience. Sebastian waited patiently until I was finished and then said, "My turn!"
He was a good client and stayed still for as long as his nearly three year old body could manage in order for his nails to dry. I only planned on keeping it on him for a day or two but every time I recommend we take it off he gets a little huffy. The other night I took him to get a Redbox DVD on a whim and since his shoes were wet from the puddles, I let him go barefoot. We DO live in the Midwest so I figured I wouldn't get turned in to Social Services.
There were two little girls in front of us in line, maybe five and six, and they noticed his painted toe nails RIGHT AWAY and started pointing and whispering into each others' ears. I smiled and let Sebastian remain aloof on this cultural faux pas. It was a fun memory and he's enjoying being just like Mama. Someday I'll tell him about the time when his Daddy painted his finger nails black and listened to hard core.