Posted 07-18-2003 at 06:29:42
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Jamie (Jake's friend) spent the night last night, as he tends to do fairly often. Wherever they both happen to be at supper time is generally where they sleep.
At some point, he and my daughter Jill snuck into Jake's room and painted his toenails the most hideous shade of hot pink I have ever seen. I say, painted his toenails, it doesn't look like they really put much effort into actually finding the 'nails' part of the toes. I can't begin to describe what misapplied hot pink nail polish looks like on those big hairy toes that are attached to size fourteen hairy feet which are at the end of gangly boney hairy legs. It put me off breakfast for a good while.
"I hope you don't come to appreciate that look."
I said to Jake. He just glared at me, face looking like a thunder cloud. I directed him to nail polish remover and cotton balls.
"Did ya see Jake's purty toe nails Miss Cindi?"
Jamie aked me.
"Yeah....you kind of missed a little didn't you?"
"Well, it was dark, and he was movin' around."
"How much did you get on my sheets?" I pinned him with a look. He clearly wasn't expecting that question.
"I....I gotta go to the bathroom." He disappeared so fast I had to wonder if he was ever actually there.
Wonder what's on the agenda for tonight. It's spaghetti and meatballs night and I know Jamie will be here again, so there's bound to be some type of getting even behavior going on.
For now,I have a fourteen year old son sitting at the kitchen table, a cotton ball clamped gingerly between thumb and forefinger, carefully removing nail polish from the vicinity of his toes, a fourteen year old visitor hiding in the bathroom and a sixteen year old daughter stretched out on the couch laughing her butt off. As long as they stay out of my room I consider myself fortunate.