Update on the toes.

They are no longer purple. Back to "white toes," as Matteo calls them. He asked me the other day to take it off so I got the polish remover and some cotton balls and sat him on the toilet. Our conversation went like this:

Matteo: What are you doing?
Me: I'm putting the polish remover on the cotton ball and you rub it on the polish to make it come off.
Matteo: You don't have to cut my toes off?

Now I'm not sure what is most disturbing about his question- that he thinks I get my toes cut off every time I get a pedicure or that he sat down calmly for me to do it but throws a fit when we try to cut his hair.

If anybody can explain 3-year-old logic to me, you know where I live!