“Yes! Did you bring me something?”
I laughed.
“Well, somebody has their priorities straight.”
I unpacked the Barbie polish set and the plastic rings I hadn’t used. Megan gasped at the sight.
“Oh my gosh! Mom, they’re beautiful!”
She examined the rings, then noticed the open bottles.
“Wait. Why are some of these bottles open?”
“Funny story, sweetheart. I had to borrow a little polish on the airplane.”
“For what?”
I sat beside her and recounted the incident. By the time I described the absurdly large rings, Megan was almost rolling across the floor with laughter.
“Mom! You gave a grown man a Barbie makeover?”
“Only his feet.”
“Did he like it?”
“Not particularly.”
“That’s amazing!”
She dissolved into another fit of giggles.
“What color did you use?”
“Almost every shade. His big toe was hot pink, and I gave the others a lovely assortment.”
“Mom! That’s amazing!”
