The things I have to do...

I've cleaned her butt. I've wiped her snotty nose. I've picked crust out of the corners of her eyes. The things I do for Miss Peanut are many and frequently icky. But I do them, because I am her Mother and it is my job.

The most recent, though, is the funniest.

This weekend, while waiting for Nana to show up at the mall (practically an hour late, mind you - the woman has as much sense of time as the average catfish - but I digress), Miss Peanut and I strolled past a nail salon. I figured it would be a neat diversion for the little one to have her fingernails painted. She agreed.

We chose a light pink polish, and Miss Peanut settled into the huge padded chair, feet dangling off the edge. She watched, fascinated grin on her face, while the tiny Asian lady filed her nails and began to apply the polish. Four coats of polish later (base, two color, and top), Miss Peanut slid off the chair, hands held out from her sides, wrists cocked up to avoid any accidental contact, and wiggled her derriere at me.

"Mommy, can you get my wedgie?"

Manicure - $5
tip - $1
picking out your daughter's wedgie - priceless