Saturday, July 21, 2012
Sarah and I had a big fight this morning. It was all about fingernails. She wants me to take her to get a real professional manicure. All her friends have done it, she tells me. I tell her that I didn't even have a manicure for my wedding. I said maybe we can do that for her birthday. She can't, just CAN'T, wait that long! She has to go today! I remind her that some kids don't even have enough food to eat and explain that it's not that I don't want to spend the money; the issue is that I don't want her to be spoiled and entitled and get her every wish the moment she wishes it. I also tell her that I don't want to waste our entire Saturday morning arguing. Then she comes up with a great idea. We can paint each other's nails today and she can get her first manicure on her Golden Gotcha Day, which is October 8. So we struck a deal, and we all lived happily ever after.