Little Miss Chomp wanted to hold an end of Summer Bake Sale. Well, in truth, she would have preferred it to be a BEGINNING of Summer Bake Sale, but it was put off–as these things often are–until there was simply no summer left.
But she wouldn’t be deterred–the brave soul. She persevered and at last, at last, the day came. Her mom and dad made goodies for her to sell and she even used her sweet little cash register.
It was truly a hit. In fact, after seeing her “haul” I had to wonder if I’m in the wrong business.
It’s been quite a while since Miss Chompy has come downstairs to my realm and said, “Grammy, let’s do our nails!” Which means of course that she already has the enormous bag of ancient polishes from when her mom was a teen. Some of the colors are old and sticky, but there are a surprising few that still work. The little girlie can never ever decide which color is her absolute favorite so most often–she will opt for the Color Fest–or one of all the good ones.
I hope she’ll ask me to paint her nails for another few decades yet. Hanging out with this little muffin never gets old, and with or without the polish she colors our world just right.