A friend complimented my newly painted toenails, which I painted myself. And if you’ve ever experienced a humungo pregnant belly like mine, you know what a feat painting toenails can be during the time when you’ve got a bowling ball size tumor protruding from your abdomen.
I relayed the compliment to my husband who wondered why painting toenails was a big deal while pregnant.
Without another word, I went to the yard. Grabbed a soccer ball. Returned to the house. Shoved it up his shirt and asked him to touch his toes continuously for the next few minutes.
“Oh.”
