This morning, getting ready to go to Mass, a cracked toenail reminded me that it needed attention. Again.
I'd hoped to avoid this, with a simple nail-clipping yesterday. No such luck.
Time for more drastic measures.
I asked my wife if I could have nail polish. It's great stuff, for reinforcing the nail until it could grow out a little, and heal itself.
Knowing that there were two daughters, and a niece, in the house, I should have realized how this would end.
After some discussion of a high-pitched and giggling variety, they decided on the color that I'd use. Thankfully, socks cover the toe, and the nail polish does its job, no matter what color it is.