My three guys with their non-toxic nail polish.
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This made me laugh. My daughter used to paint the toenails of her little brothers…when they were at an age she could manipulate them. Of course, back then, they loved it.
I love the hole in Peanut’s knee. I love that Butter keeps touching wet polish because he doesn’t get this whole process yet. I love Spouse’s creepy weird toes (sorry, babe.)
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This made me laugh. My daughter used to paint the toenails of her little brothers…when they were at an age she could manipulate them. Of course, back then, they loved it.
I love the hole in Peanut’s knee. I love that Butter keeps touching wet polish because he doesn’t get this whole process yet. I love Spouse’s creepy weird toes (sorry, babe.)