A three year old painted one hand of my fingernails the other day and it honestly didn't look that much worse than the hand I painted. No matter how old I get, I will never master that skill. It just isn't in the cards. It was fun though. She really gets a kick out of nail polish and I get a kick out of her being happy, even if the color does look really bad on me.
On the 18th, it is likely that I will meet my third-cousin Ayden. My family tends to keep five generations going at once, this time is no exception. It's a good thing they didn't have to rely on me for that. Hah!
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