Nails

I have written often on this blog about my struggle with being an old fashioned mom in a modern world. I had another run in today...

I took the girls to get their hair cut this afternoon and after their cut, our hair dresser invited Caroline to get her nails done. "It's complimentary." she said to me. She must have thought my disgusted look had to do with money and not the fact that I really didn't want my five year to get her nails done. I finally gave in this summer to Caroline's requests for nail polish by purchasing the faintest pink I could find. While I feel like five year old girls really don't need nail polish, I decided that this was one of those battles that I didn't need to choose. After doing some research, I did discover that Caroline was truly the only little girl we knew who didn't have chipping nail polish on her little fingers. So I felt like the pale pink was a good compromise. Today Caroline left the hair salon with bright orange nail polish topped with glitter. She was so excited that I smiled and told her what a special day it was, all the while wondering if I was right that the woman should have asked my permission before she offered my daughter nail polish. I suppose she really thought nothing of it...

For some reason, I still do...