"Pretties, Mama!"

My sweet sister, Kara, took pity on me and my poor feet. The more pregnant I get the harder it is to keep my toenails painted and presentable. She helped me get them done the other night. Ellie came running in my room the next morning and the first thing she notices was my toenails. She hollered, "Pretties, Mama." Throughout the entire day she would touch them and was facinated with them. I was sitting down to pay some bills on line and she came up to me with the same colors I had used in her hands and again told me "pretties, Mama" I asked, "Do you want pretties?" She squeeled and ran around yelling, "yes, yes." So we did her "pretties."