Question of the Day

I donated blood at an American Red Cross drive up at church last night, and M and Zo walked up with me. We were hoping she'd get to see the process, but they were running late so M took Zo home while I waited. Before they left, though, the three of us sat together and just observed our surroundings, which included the little old KC guy who coordinated the drive. He was cute and ran to and fro doing various things. Zoe watched him intently, and then turned to me and asked, very seriously, "Do you think his toenails are painted?"