I opened the door, Friday afternoon. A little imp of a sweet girl, holding her hands out in front of her like a walking monster. “Grandma Daleen, I neeeeed my nails painted.” Okay, I am sensing urgency. Let’s get to it. What ? You want them yellow then green then yellow then green? Perfect choice. Hold still, blow on them. Oh my goodness, they look lovely. You are such a lady.
So glad I could help.