Ingies n' Things

One of the . . . perks? perils? side effects? . . . of having an older sister is being indoctrinated at an early age into the world and ways of all things feminine.

Case in point . . .

When G was two and three and four I couldn’t very well tell him “no” when his older sister and I got to painting our toenails. What was the harm?

Well, the harm may be that he is now six and still thinks it is fun to have painted toenails. The bonus is that his sister now does the painting.

Things are so much easier when Mamma can be bypassed altogether.

I’m hoping he outgrows his fondness for painted toenails . . . at least when they are his own.

But since this is how he and his sister spent part of one evening a week or so ago . . .

I’m guessing that won’t happen very soon.

My . . . um . . . shall we say . . . attentiveness . . . to this situation may be compounded by the fact that this is the same boy who loves to do hair . . .

His sister’s hair . . .

His mother’s hair . . .

Generally when he has finished brushing and twisting and piling and adorning he surveys his work carefully and says something like, “There, Mommy, now you look like a princess!”

The least I can hope for is that if his interest in these activities does not wane, he puts his skills to work in the future by a) pampering a very grateful wife . . . preferably his own, and / or b) opening a high-end and very lucrative all-inclusive salon and spa.

And when he opens that spa I’ll be expecting those massages, pedicures, manicures, etc. in exchange for services rendered on his behalf from when he was born through age 18.

Cheers,
D