I don't paint my nails often. Never fingernails, they scrape off way too easily and I don't like the feeling. Toenails maybe once or twice a year, typically in summer to be festive. We're heading to Arizona to visit my in-laws, so I decided a tropical pink would be fun.
My nieces (four and almost three) also wanted to paint their nails. I figured that'd be a neat auntie experience, so we got everything set up at my parents' house.
I thought I was being ultra prepared with the q-tips and nail polish remover at hand. I poured a little into the lid so we could dip the q-tips in to clean up the edges. My nieces were curious what it was. I said, "It's oopsie stuff. For when we make messes." Little did I know. 😅
This bottle started out nearly full...
It was a comedy of errors.
All began well. I painted my toes while the girls watched. They each held two q-tips, clearly eager to start their own nails. We only had the one brush, so I figured I'd do mine first, and then each of them while the first coat dried.
Then Lil said, "I'm going to use this one for the paint and this one for the oopsie stuff!" I asked if their mom let them paint their nails themselves.
Lil said yep!
Ivy was putting her baby to sleep and was unavailable for comment. I remembered she had sent pictures of them with nail polish before, so I knew they had some experience. Whether that was from their mom painting for them or she letting them do it, I couldn't remember. I thought the picture was of them doing the painting.
So, I let them dunk their q-tips in the nail polish jar.
Again, everything went fine. Until it didn't.
Lil painted much neater than Miri. She even used the oopsie stuff to tidy things up. But then she thought she should refill the lid and ended up tipping the bottle over. We rescued it without too much being spilled.
Lil then crouched over the nail polish to redo the nails that had been rubbed clean by the spill. Her hair dangled over it and got caught in the crossfire as Miri brought her paint filled q-tip back to her foot to paint some more. Now Lil had a bright pink streak in her blonde hair.
While spill cleanup had been going on, Miss Miri took full advantage of the unsupervised nail polish jar. She had dunked her q-tip in each time she applied, accumulating more and more paint on the tip until it was dripping off. You can imagine what that did to her feet and hands.
Bright pink streaks covered all four of her appendages- tops and bottoms. I grabbed some of the oopsie stuff drenched paper towels to clean her up (thankfully close by).
At this point, Jaron decided to enter the fray, my mom in tow. She asked if she could give him a snack (most likely thinking it would keep him occupied), and she stepped right over my extended foot, her jeans brushing the tops of my freshly painted toenails, smearing the nails and getting paint all over her pant leg.
Miri, excited about a snack, jumped to her feet smearing paint all over the floor. 🤦♀️
Desperation mode. Cap the nail polish. Tell the girls to sit still until I can help them. Clean the floor. My mom turned around, saw Miri's paint streaks on the floor, went to the table and tried to cap the oopsie stuff, not realizing there was nail polish remover in the lid. It spilled everywhere yet again.
Miri kept wanting to get up to get a snack. I kept her sitting on the floor until I could at least clean the bottoms of her feet. Lil's hair got attention last. "I hope I don't smell like oopsie stuff forever," she said after I rubbed nail polish remover all over the pink streak.
Cue Ivy joining us in the kitchen. "Mom! Look at my nails!" Miri called. (Photo post cleanup- there's only so much I can do 😅).
"Oh wow!"
Thankfully, Ivy was cool about the mess. She said she usually paints their nails, but sometimes she lets them do one on their own. (Ahhh, that makes more sense).
Whew. What a memorable experience. 😂😜












































