Siana was sitting on my lap today while I was putting on her shoes, when she grabbed my hand and looked closely at my fingernails. They were in pretty sad shape, with the nail polish chipping and desperately calling for complete removal. She then grabbed my other hand, looked at it, and then turned to me and said this with a concerned look on her face:
"Mommy, han, meh...mommy meh...han meh." Which translates to Mommy, your hands are a mess, Mommy mess, hands mess."
I laughed and said that yes, Mommy's hands did look like a mess.
She then looked me straight in the eye and ordered, "Wah." Ok, maybe I do need to wash them. I'll get right on that.
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