Today I spent the morning at my big kid job, where I’m an environmental educator, teaching kiddos about recycling, energy, water, etc. After a morning spent trying to explain to four preschool classes why it’s important to save water (if you’ve ever met a preschool student, you know that it wasn’t the most successful morning).
And for my afternoon, I dusted off my nannying jacket and spent some time with the kids I used to babysit. I haven’t seen them since I hung up my nannying hat in December, so I was actually really excited to get to babysit them for the day. They are really two of the cutest kids you can imagine, and they are absolutely hilarious. The girl is 5, and the boy is almost 2. And they are full of energy.
I decided that I should be the cool nanny today, since I’m just filling in a few times over the next month. During the year that I worked as a nanny, the little girl begged me to let her paint my nails. I always said no. One, because kids wielding nail polish scares the pooh out of me; and two, because I’ve seen her work with a paintbrush. But since I’m just making a guest appearance in their lives, I gave in and let her paint my nails today. Whoa. Bad idea, Ally. Bad idea.
I got nervous when I noticed she was painting each nail from right to left, rather than from bottom to top. Interesting technique. Not an effective technique, by any means, but interesting. It left most of my fingernails partially painted. Those that got fully painted had enough leftover polish to create large bubbles, which then burst, leaving a cake-like polish on a few nails.
Then she went for the toenails. She gets points for completely covering each nail. But she loses those points for painting the majority of my toes. And for somehow getting nail polish on my leg. And my arm. And my cardigan.
Afterwards, because I was such a good customer, I got a tattoo as a reward. A snow white tattoo, to be exact. Smack in the middle of my left thigh. Nice. It really spiced up my zumba routine afterwards (you’re welcome, fellow exercisers).
Kids are so weird.
-Ally
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