Well I got my toenails painted a few weeks ago.

H, it all started because you wanted to get yours painted.

Of course, mom asked if I needed mine done too, and you immediately agreed.

So I sat with my feet on a towel as mom painted them and you watched.

You insisted they be painted “sparkly pink.”

I was more than willing to play along, and I forgot about it all as soon as my toenails were dry and I put my socks back on.

I forgot about it all – until we got to the swimming pool a few days later.

As I took my socks off, I laughed, then shrugged, and just got in the water anyway, proud of my pink.

Some kid swimming past me in goggles probably choked on water as she went by.

Ha.

I love you.

–Dad