When you're six years old and yet somehow find the inner fortitude to go to first grade every single day, even when you really don't want to, you deserve a mini-treat.
And when you're eight years old and you are able to pull yourself out of the very special pity-party-for-one that you throw nightly, in honor of your chumash homework, you also deserve a treat.
Painting our nails seemed like a good treat. And also, another very easy parshat Noach activity. It's okay that's it's Sunday and the rest of the world has moved on to parshat Lech Lecha. We still have the yesterday's parsha questions on the table, so we're good.
Disregard my fat fingers and look at how cute these colors are.
Those little feet are pretty cute too.
This treat won't work for the boys though.
I might have to go bake cookies.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)