After hitting the tub, we headed downstairs to the make-shift spa-station I set up. (I know it's a little cheesy, but she's six so she thought it was quite fabulous.)
The first part of her treatment included a face-mask and a foot-soak (in the dog's water dish.)
And we both continued on in perfect character; me as a haughty spa-employee with a bad English accent and her as a sophisticated spa-patron.
The next part of her treatment involved loofah-ing (tickling) her feet until she couldn't stand it any more.
But before her face-mask had even dried, she was ready to wash it off. (She didn't like how it felt.)
And then I took to blow-drying my client's hair.
Never before had I held a camera in one hand and a blow-dryer in the other.
And then I painted her fingers.
And her toes.
And used pink, sparkly polish with hearts in it.
And while I was taking pictures of her on the couch, she broke out of character for a minute and said, "Mom, this is really special to me because you spent all this time just doing this stuff for me."
I just kind of paused for a minute because even though she's so little (She's the smallest kid in her class.) sometimes she seems really big.
And then we went to The Roadhouse for dinner. (Her pick.)
Because she loves to crack their peanuts and throw the shells on the ground (but she doesn't like to eat the peanuts so she saves them for me).
What she really loves though is their rolls and honey butter.
She ate four of them (and none of her dinner.)
And then she broke out in a song of appreciation for her dinner rolls.
Something only a true-carb loving girl can understand.