Last night I was in the grocery store, and I dropped a handful of change on the floor. A little girl who was maybe 7 or 8 scrambled to help me pick it up. Her mother was laughing, but I wasn’t paying much attention.
Then her mom said, “She can barely pick it up with her nails! Look!” I glanced over, and the little girl was scrabbling to lift a quarter off the floor with her royal blue, rhinestone-encrusted acrylic nails that extended at least an inch from her fingertips.
Here’s a visual aid. Just imagine these on the hands of a third grader.
I managed to squeak out a thank you to the little girl as she dropped the change in my hand, but I stared after that family as they walked away, trying to wrap my head around what I’d just