Yesterday, as I was blissfully enjoying a much needed pedicure and the delicious People’s Sexiest Man Alive issue, I witnessed a new (at least to me) spa phenomenon.

A perfectly put together woman in her thirties entered the beauty salon followed by the most darling 3 year old that I’ve seen since mine were that age. Okay, I’ll admit it…I had evil thoughts.

Hmpt…she thinks she’s just going to sit down here and get a pedicure with her 3 year old? Ha! This ought to be a laugh.

I put Matt Damon aside and settled in to watch what I was sure to be the downfall of Mrs. Perfect.

What woman in her right mind thinks they can just waltz in and have spa services while their child is well behaved and a delight to all who have come to partake in relaxation and beauty?

Much to my surprise, it was quite clear that Mrs. Perfect knew exactly what she was doing. She sat first and rolled up her jeans, eased her sweet angel on to her lap and after testing, they both put their feet into the water.

Brilliant!

So far, Mrs. Perfect was squashing all my hopes of being a spectator to her destruction. After they were settled into their warm foot bath for two, she pulled out an ipod and asked her darling what she would like to hear. I was floored! Why hadn’t I ever thought of this? Mrs. Perfect had a few books and snacks in her bag which led to further peace in the salon.

And you know what? I never heard one peep out of Darling. I was amazed.

Frankly, I was more amazed that I had not come up with this idea myself. Sure, I had tried to bringing my daughters at that age (ONCE) to get “our” nails done but, alas, it was a disaster. As soon as they had polish on their nails, they wanted to get jiggy all over the salon and make a rainbow on the floor out of the nail polish bottles – which was not appreciated in the least.

The key is the chair. Put them in the chair with you!

As I was leaving, I learned that Mrs. Perfect was not the only one smarter than me. Another mom, not looking as perfect – thank God, plopped down with her sweet lap darling, flipped the heated massage button and asked for a pedicure straight up.

I exited with pretty toes and Matt under my arm but also holding my head high as a proud member of woman kind. Us gals are savvy, I tell you.

This new knowledge left me wishing I still had a wee one to share
a chair with during my next pedicure.

Well…almost.

Originally posted @ DC Metro Moms Blog where all the pretty toes come out to play.

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