Nail Polish
Angie has always been our model kid. Being 2 years younger than Alex, she behaves way matured. In the morning when she shows up in our room, she has made her bed neatly and dressed herself up ready for school, at school she is the role model and always listens to the teacher, when she gets home, she works on her school homework without our reminder. One day when I send her to Goddard and forgot to pack her homework, she was so upset and demanded me to go home and get it for her, I gladly obeyed.
But our angel sometimes is not happy with her old-fashioned parents.
Yesterday she talked to me seriously, “I don’t get it, why are you so mean to me?”
“Me? When did I be mean to you?” I was puzzled, I don’t yell at her as often as to Alex for sure.
“You don’t allow me to use nail polish!” She exclaimed, “You Chinese people don’t know, nail polish is not dangerous. All my English friends use it.”
OK, that’s why we are classified as mean parents. Angie has been asking for nail polish for a while, we declined every single time. Last week when I picked her up from Emma’s house, she excitedly reported that Emma has a box of “beautiful nail polish”. Seeing Angie’s enthusiasm, the selfless big sister Emma offered to let her pick one to take home.
But the sweet daddy at home was very firm on his principle, no nail polishing at this young age. Angie couldn’t understand why the always-saying-yes daddy is not “nice” this time. I know the kids version nail polish Emma gave her is safe to use; wondering when is appropriate time to allow her start using it? Maybe we should tell her “You can use nail polish when Alex starts talking at school.” J
