In which I'm thankful she doesn't have my crinkle toes.

Joe says the best way to get me to like something is to convince me to declare I will never like it. He says it's a guarantee that I will like it eventually.

I say, pssshhhwah.

But yesterday, I kinda proved his point.

Before yesterday, I always wondered what kind of mom would do put a toxic substance like nail polish on her young child's super thin nails for the sake of "looking good" even though, in my humble and always consistent opinion, it never looks good to make a little girl appear older than she is.

Um... apparently me.

When Madeline saw me painting my toes yesterday, she wanted in on the action. And I couldn't say no despite the fact that the color was "Pat on the Black."

This was my view while we snuggled and read books together on her bed before her nap.

I'd pick this over the corner office view every day of the week and twice on Sunday.