day ends with silver nails!

day ends after hot bath, preceded by a visit to my niece tasha's home.
sister deb was babysitting cameron, 5, and dylan,1.
deb said she was on the edge of "sick", spoke of symptoms similar to what i began with about 10 days ago. i brought over some mucinex, to loosen the gunk.

dylan was a wiggle worm as i walked in, sitting in his swing, swigging a bottle of apple juice.
he beamed as i came around the corner. we then played the sock game.
he pulls his sock off, hands it to me. i put it on his hand.
he giggles, takes it off, hands it back tome.
such a simple pleasure. such joy...

cameron wanders into the kitchen, opens a cabinet door, takes out a box of what turns out to be a box of nail polishes and remover. she goes to the dining room, proceeds, in a very adult manner, to take off her current coating of polish from her nails. suddenly, she asks me if she can paint my nails!?

sure, i replied. i hav always felt odd when my nails were anything but a natural color. i have my mother's hand-working hands. i sat and said: you can paint my thumbs this copper color one. she did and then asked if she could use silver on my other fingers.
how often does one receive a manicure from a meticulous five year old?

i left in awhile and now look at my fingertips, flashing odd colors as i type.