The Chase

As my 20-month-old daughter chases me around the house, trying to touch my freshly bright-coral-painted-toenails with inquisitive fingers, I’m remembering why I usually pay to get a professional pedicure. 

No, not because it is such a luxury to relax and be pampered.  Although that’s certainly a plus. 

But because, when one’s toenails are wet with fresh nail polish in the presence of a very curious toddler, one has to have both very good reflexes and an extra measure of energy in order to execute the sudden jerking maneuvers and sprinting feats that are necessary to avoid having her DIY pedicure mutilated.

Note To Self:  In the future, paint nails when baby is napping.  Or better yet, go to the salon.