We're not sure what dad is doing, but Lainee was busy painting her fingernails. . . and her legs and arms and face and tummy and the carpet.
I was at a scout meeting and I had taken Alaina with me. Kory was so nice and texted me when he got home and asked if I wanted him to come and get the baby from me. I was so thankful and thought, "what a good husband I have"!
I received a text right at the end of my meeting that said, "You need to come home!"
I walked into a house that smelled of fingernail polish and a baby that looked like she had lost a paintball war.
Kory had given her some fingernail polish bottles to entertain her while he was doing a few things in the garage. She got a little excited and banged them together and the redish/orange one "exploded" (in Tanners words.) Tanner even got a little bit of the fingernail polish "shrapnel" on him.
Kory met me in the garage when I got home and said, "you are never going to let me keep the baby again". I think that was wishful thinking.
A little fingernail polish isn't going to get me too excited and fire him from that position, perhaps a little cut in pay.