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I want to paint your nails Mrs. Kay.
No, I say. It might hurt.
She rolls her eyes and says, "Painting your nails doesn’t hurt!"
I say," I have heard it is like having your hair cut.  Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
She slaps herself in the forehead.
She is nine, and is easily lured in. 
We have a little talk.
She is pro nail polish; I am con, telling her I think it will hurt. 
She is trying to reason with me; I pretend I am fearful.
She is a drama queen, and totally overreacts. 
We are friends at school.
She wants to be in my office all the time.
She has NO problems; high self esteem, but she loves me.
I had asked for her at this time and her teacher said she could not come.
Ten minutes later the teacher sent her down.
I am sure she was bugging the teacher to let her come. 
The coach walks by, and she says, "“There is the coach. I am going to ask her if it hurts to paint your nails.”
She opens the door and yells, "Coach, does it hurt to paint your nails?”
I do not even have to nod my head.
The coach says, “Oh, yes. It hurts as if you are on fire.”
The eight-year old leaves us saying, “you are both crazy”.
We smile at each other.

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