“Pretty nails,” my friend’s four-year-old daughter told me as she ran a finger across my fingernails one night. My friend lives a lot closer to my office than I do, so I periodically spend the night at her house when I’m tired of driving so much.

“Next time I come I’ll bring some nail polish and paint your nails if you’d like,” I told her. She nodded with a grin.

The next time I stayed at their house I brought a few different bottles of nail polish with me–all in her favorite colors–and painted her nails.



The next morning she had an appointment at the preschool she’ll attend this fall. As everyone got ready, she spun around the house in the dress she was wearing for the day, staring down at her nails. “I’m so pretty!” I heard her repeat.