The other morning, Samantha was getting into things she shouldn't.
This is the norm at our house now. I feel like the Terrible Twos passed over our house and landed on our 3 year old double time.
It's quite frustrating some days.
But, it's also amazing how a change of perspective can make the day go smoother.
Enter Nail Polish.
I found Sam digging in one of my bags....her little hands clutching a deep red bottle. My heart sank thinking she had gotten it open, but I quickly see that she hadn't.
"What's This?" "What's this, Mommy?"
My first reaction was to say, "That's mommy's, Sam. Please put it back." After all, that has been the broken record coming from my mouth these past few months.
Something made me stop. Something made me question myself.
Maybe it was because Cashton was playing nicely by himself on the floor.
Maybe it was that I saw in Samantha's eyes a look of true wonder.
(Honestly, I don't think she knew what it was. I can't even remember the last time I painted my nails)
So, I say, surprising even myself, "Sam, that's nail polish. You want mommy to paint your toenails?"
(Sam's go-to response to almost everything)
"Do you you want mommy to paint your toes?"
A brief look of unbelief...then "YES!"
When they say a moment is priceless......this is what they are talking about
She's was (and is) so proud. I think she has taken off her socks at least twice a day to show off her "Painted Toes".
I'm so happy I didn't tell her to put that bottle back.