So I quickly finish my shower and as I'm getting dressed she again repeats how important this is. Now, I'm almost positive she needs to go so as soon as I'm covered, I fling open the door, towel on my head, grabbing my lotions...ready to apply them in the kitchen because...well, this is 'important' right? I see a pretty little six year old with a red kool aid stained upper lip with big, wide-eyed seriousness standing before me. "Tosha (THE DOLL) needs her nails painted."
I've been robbed!