Wait, stop–don’t call the Division of Labor or the Office of Child Welfare, just yet.
I know it is hard to believe, but having them massage my scalp (part of Superkid’s total makeover of my hairstyle, she’s very thorough) and scub my toes with seasalt and coconut oil was not my idea.
They just come up with these little projects on their own. It’s either a sign of my excellent parenting or that Endeavor was completely embarrassed by the fact I’d been wearing the same coat of nail polish since, um, since…..for a while.
By the time I’d had the scalp massage, fizzy footbath, and seasalt scrub, I was completely under their influence and told Endeavor she could paint my toes any colors she liked, as long as they matched.