I've always known I wanted to be just like my Grandma. Picture this, three-year-old me, following my Grandma around the house, watching her every move. Grandma Alice kept quite busy, but she always made time for painting her nails and doing her makeup. 

You would know it was nail painting day by the smell wafting through the house. On one particular nail painting day, I decided, "I'm going to paint my nails, just like Grandma."

She opened her dresser drawer, and chose one of the many shades of pink she owned. Once she left the room to paint her nails, I knew it was my time to choose my own shade of pink. I looked long and hard at all the variations of pink, I chose the shiniest one of them all. 

Now, I had never painted my own nails, but after watching Grandma do it countless times, I thought, "How hard can it be?" I used all my might to open the nail polish bottle. I twisted the bottle open and it was finally time to paint my nails, just like Grandma. 

I grabbed the brush and started painting. "Wow, this is way harder than I thought." The nail polish covered my hands. I loved the shiny pink color, especially seeing it in action. The color reminded me of a sparkly pink  paint I owned. As I stared at my shiny, pink, nail polish covered hands, I thought, "I wonder if nail polish works the same way as my paint?"

I decided to test it out. I once saw Grandma paint the walls in the living room, so I figured I'd paint the walls too. I chose the wall behind Grandma's bedroom door as my canvas. I started by using the nail painting brush, but wasn't making much progress. I decided to switch to my hands. 

I dumped the shiny pink nail polish all over my hands and began painting. I painted hand prints, large circles, and squiggles as high as I could reach. Finally, I had completed my masterpiece. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands off. As I scrubbed, I noticed the color wasn't coming off. I shrugged and thought, "Oh well, I can live with shiny pink hands."

I was beyond excited to show Grandma my masterpiece. As I walked out to the living room, Grandma was blowing on her nails. "Come see" I said, as I pointed to Grandma's bedroom. She immediately looked at my shiny pink hands and she knew what she was about to discover.