"For when you get married," she answered.
"Yes, for when you get married," I responded just a little bit uneasily but that was the end of that.
Today, I dropped Maya off at our friend's house so I could accompany Guillermo's class on a field trip. Maya's friend's fingers were painted a shade of cotton candy blue with sparkles. Maya admired them as I walked back to my car.
When I picked Maya up several hours later, her fingernails were a bright red, a not so pretty red, a somewhat inappropriate red, but she was proud. "Maya, your fingernails are pretty," I told her.
"I didn't have a wedding," she told me right away. "Pat just painted them. I didn't get married."
"I'm glad you didn't get married, but your nails look beautiful," I told her.
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I read this post before but didn't get a chance to comment.
I felt the same way with Emma and makeup. She is make-up crazed (I NEVER wear the stuff so not sure where she gets it from) but my sister-in-law got her a case of make-up last Christmas. I was not too thrilled but allowed her to use it. But we have many rules about use: only when mommy is home to help, only when we are playing dress up, cannot be worn outside the house. Thankfully it is almost all used up It’s crazy how they start so young!! I love your blog and ready it religiously. Makes me feel like I really know you guys. HUGS
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