I probably have a post coming up soon about how my kid has been driving me absolutely crazy lately, but before we get to that, let me tell you about something he did the day before we left for Kentucky.

I had been getting things ready to go and I was in the living room organizing something. I was calling him to come in and before long he appeared in the doorway from the dining/main area. He was holding my little bottle of red nail polish.

Of course, I freaked, especially when he opened it up, quickly and easily (after I’d already instructed him to hand it over). I got up and took it away, sealed it up and put it where I didn’t think he’d get it. I then put him in his high chair and went to get him something to snack on, as an attempt to keep him out of my hair for a little bit.

I turned around and there on the floor were two puddles of red nail polish.

I wiped that up and then went back to what I was doing, realizing I was going to have to get out the nail polish on the vinyl tile later as it had left smears on the floor. But no time to think about that now…

It was about two minutes later and Elijah, from his highchair I’d pulled into the living room with me, started screaming, “oh, no, oh, no, oh no!!” And then, “towel! Towel!” I was like, “whaaaaat!?” And he started waving his left foot at me. This is what I saw:

So, yeah, I had to get out the nail polish remover. I couldn’t even get it all off, some was left around the edges of his big toe. Oh and notice that black spot under the red? He dropped something or smashed his toe or something, over a month ago. I dunno what he did or when exactly but that spot is taking forever to go away!

Later that day, know what I noticed? Red nail polish on my pants. Guess his foot rubbed my leg when I put him in his chair. I would have been really mad, of course, but those were my sweat pants, so… shew!

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