Pink or Red?

Oh, two year olds! What fun, eh? Well we rarely have those typical "two year old days", but the last couple days have been very trying. So here's one of the things which happened yesterday.

The morning started out by the girls asking me to paint their toe nails, which they absolutely LOVE. Abigail always wants pink and Emma always wants red. I, without any objections, obliged and proceeded to paint their toe nails. They also requested I paint their finger nails, but we discussed that we could do that another day instead.

Later in the day, while I was sending a quick email, Emma came running up to me holding the bottle of red nail polish asking me to open it for her. I promptly explained that I wouldn't open it for her, as it wasn't something to play with. Unsuspecting, together Emma and I proceeded to the back of the house to see what Abigail was up to. As I entered our bedroom I saw Abigail sitting on the carpet holding the pink bottle of nail polish in her left hand and the finger nail polish brush in her right hand. Then I noticed she had fingernail polish all over her right foot, on both of her legs and on her left thumb and finger. Oh boy! I promptly took it away from her and gave her directions to not touch anything as I began pulling out the polish remover so we could begin the clean up. I was a bit frustrated, but not angry, as I was actually laughing on the inside. So with Abigail in a frozen position I ran to get the camera to capture the moment.

Then I realized that the fingernail polish was also on the carpet -in several places, and also on her shirt and shorts. So we cleaned it up as best we could. I was quite surprised to find that finger nail polish remover removes polish from carpet, but not from clothes. Interesting eh? After the clean up was pretty much done we began having the conversation about how only Mommy opens the finger nail polish and that it's not for them to play with. I remained calm and spoke to them on their level. Just to confirm they were understanding, I brought up the conversation later in the evening and they were prompt to explain that only Mommy opens the nail polish and that it's a No-No to play with it without Mommy.

So this was just part of our day, but you get the point. I was however remembering the things I was thankful for as I was cleaning up the mess.

1) I was thankful that it was Abigail who actually got the bottle open and not Emma, as Emma is much, ummm, shall we say messier.

2) I was thankful that Abigail only likes the PINK nail polish, as the red would have been much more difficult to clean up.

3) I was thankful that I wasn't angry and could actually find great humor in the situation while it was happening. Boy have I come a long way in the last few years, eh?