This is actually the result of a punishment gone not quite the way it was intended.Here's the story.
Dad was planning to take Brother and me on an outing to the creek to find golf balls after running an errand for Mom - I enjoy these adventures with the boys. The intent was to give Mom a break. Well, I was acting up at dinner time and Mom said if I wasn't good I would not get to go on the outing. I did not comply and watched Dad and Brother drive away. Yes, a bit of punishment for Mom, too, since she doesn't get her break. But she was fine with it.
I was so distraught that I started to cry and cry and cry. Mom was so sad and needing a break she said, "Let's paint our nails." I was in heaven. Mom - not so much. You see, Mom would rather sew people up than attempt to paint tiny finger nails and toe nails on a moving child. However, I'll give her credit for her effort and patience.
In the end, we all forgot about the punishment and I had a ball showing everyone we encountered our pretty toe nails. (Even Brother who had a grand time with Dad was envious.)
Here's a little interview Mom did with me after our girls' time...

































