Me: Evie, you don’t need to play with Mommy’s nail polish.
Evie: But I want it.
Christy: It’s okay.
Me: Are you sure?
Christy: Yes.[Erick exits to get lunch] [Erick comes home]
Christy: It’s all your fault?
Christy: Well . . .[Evelyn enters the kitchen with nail polish painted all up her legs and arms]
Christy: It’s all your fault.