I've been meaning to blog about this, and when better than on a snowy day (classes got cancelled! Yay!) with more snow coming across the plains from Texas tonight, according to the Weather Channel Blog.
You'll recall the Kid went to the Spa Party.
You'll recall she was dubious about the whole patriarchy-opressed nature of the event.
You'll recall she went anyway, since the child whose party it was was her friend and such, and anyway there might be purple nail polish and purple is her favorite color?
What did I find when I returned after two hours to pick her up but a small child with glitter in her hair, running barefoot through the church community room -- barefoot because of course she had polish on her little toenails, too, silver polish -- spangly bracelets around her wrists, purple polish and stick-on pearls on her fingers, AND she had had an apricot masque I will have you know?
She has just run past on her way through the living room. "Don't tell them I am patriarchy-oppressed!" she cries. "Don't!"
Well, I won't. But she does want to wear nail polish now.
And who has bought her a tidy bag of mixed colors, all sorts? That traitor, Mouse.
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