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Jul. 15th, 2002 07:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaYesterday I saw that the ends of Rosa's fingers were stained with something yellow. "What's that?" I asked her.
"Nail polish," she declared proudly. I cringed, imagining the puddle of nail polish somewhere on my expensively refinished floors. I searched the house for it, and found no sign.
I asked her, "where is the yellow nail polish?"
"Somewhere."
"I know that. Where?"
"In the main room."
I looked there, no sign of it. I had to give up yesterday, but tried again today. This time I got her to lead me to it. It was sitting on the windowsill in the mostly-empty main bedroom, sealed and intact. No puddle of dried yellow polish to be found. I think I dodged a bullet, and I'm almost proud of her for doing such a good job and putting it away neatly.
"Nail polish," she declared proudly. I cringed, imagining the puddle of nail polish somewhere on my expensively refinished floors. I searched the house for it, and found no sign.
I asked her, "where is the yellow nail polish?"
"Somewhere."
"I know that. Where?"
"In the main room."
I looked there, no sign of it. I had to give up yesterday, but tried again today. This time I got her to lead me to it. It was sitting on the windowsill in the mostly-empty main bedroom, sealed and intact. No puddle of dried yellow polish to be found. I think I dodged a bullet, and I'm almost proud of her for doing such a good job and putting it away neatly.
