I sat on the floor in a circle at Kendall's preschool with a group of mother's and children singing, "Where is Thumbkin? Where is Pointer? Where's Middle-Man?" Every new phrase brought a new set of fingers from behind our backs. We were having great, giggly fun...except for one thing. I was feeling especially frumpy that day, and next to me sat a pretty mother. With perfect fingernails.....Read more.