The first words I heard from Sophie yesterday were "I want pink fingernails."  She said it a few more times, and once I heard Marty tell her "I thought you didn't get to do that until you were sixteen," and I'm not sure if he was kidding or serious.  Yesterday afternoon I used her request as a bribe to get her fingernails and toenails clipped, which is one of the jobs I hate most in motherhood.  And with a bottle of pale pink in my hand, she willingly let me clip away.  I put a light coat of the polish on each tiny toe, on every little finger. 


I thought she looked adorable.  Sophie said it looked "fabulous".  She's way ahead of me already.