I’ve got four boys so I’ve never experienced what it’s like to have a little girl. I see them and think they are so precious and sweet. I’ve often pointed out little girls to Lea and said, “I want one of those.” Her response is always the same, “You’ll have a granddaughter someday.”
My weakness for little girls is often evident by the amount of cookies and goodies I buy from them when they sell something for a school project. I just can’t tell a little girl, “no.” They’re just too cute.
Last night I sat in the Childress High School gymnasium with my buddy Bill as we watched our boys play basketball. Things were fine until one of those cute little girls came walking up to me, batted her little eyes and said, “Trey, can I paint your fingernails?” The man deep within me wanted to say, “Are you kidding me? No, I’m a man,” but she was just so cute. I looked around to see who was watching and said, “Sure sweetie, I’d love for you too.”
She had finished the first hand with clear fingernail polish when my buddy Bill cut his eyes around at me and noticed what she was doing. “Not a word to ANYONE,” I told him, “Understand?” He agreed as she finished up my second hand.
She then grabbed my right hand and blew on my fingernails and told me to blow on my left hand. There I was sitting in the gym, blowing my fingernails dry. She finished and thanked me. As she was leaving she said, “You’ll like this color later.” I wasn’t sure what that meant.
Two seconds later my phone rang. It was in my pant’s pocket. Bill asked as it continued to ring, “Aren’t you going to answer that?” I explained to him, “Dude, she just did my nails. It’ll mess them up!”
Last night as I climbed into my soft bed in my dark room, I noticed something. My fingernails were glowing. Yep, glowing. Every one of them. It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. That must have been what she meant by, “You’ll like this color later.”