Mara has been asking since Florida if we could paint her fingernails. As I was feeding Micah his lunch a few days ago, I heard her say, “Mommy, I painted my nails!”
I didn’t know how that was possible, since she was sitting in her highchair, eating a PBJ sandwich. But I should have known!
I glanced toward her highchair and witnessed intense concentration:
Sure enough, she had done it! If Mom doesn’t paint your nails, sometimes you just have to do it yourself!
Here’s the finished product. (Bleh!!!) 
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Last week she was face-painting with her peanut butter (see picture below). And when I asked ‘why,’ she said “Because Jocelyn painted her face!”
Yeah, Mara, Jocelyn painted her face, but there was an actual design, and she didn’t use peanut butter!
And I wonder why Daniel always asks: “Where was her mother?!?!?!”