Maybe I don't need a girl after all...

Last night Matteo found the bottle of nail polish I bought recently, in an attempt to save some time and money on pedicures and still have colorful toes for the summertime. He absolutely insisted that Steve paint his toenails before we eat dinner. We had gotten takeout and Steve had ribs waiting for him, so purple the toes became!



I especially like how the color I chose matches the scabs on his knees, don't you?