My Coffee table is the one with stories , it is just child height for messing about and is long of solid oak . DD3 was getting ready for her Wedding , all a flurry of sleek vintage finery in ivory , wee grandson was very quiet down under all the adults gaze , the crowds parted and there he was , right beside the bride standing beside the low table with an opened bottle of scarlet nail varnish !
As I watched in horror from the far side of the room a glistening blob of bright red dripped towards his pristine white shirt and the hem of the dress .
His Mum moved like lightening and swooped him back out of harms way , the blob is still on the very edge of the table ,
He had managed to paint his wee nails without any damage to his or any one else !
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