Today I clipped Simon's fingernails, and as you might notice, he doesn't seem particularly traumatized. This led me to think that perhaps I should put my child-whisperer skills to good use, and open a ritzy baby nail salon (locations on 5th Ave and Bd Saint-Germain?). Just doing my part to contribute to crappy parenting ;)
(As you might observe, now that his nails are finished, he decided it was Pirouette's turn.)
This got me thinking about other potential career options I have thus far overlooked. For example, I found this chocolate on the kitchen table (Johan doesn't like dark chocolate, WIN). I could sell 'gross' homemade chocolate. I'm sure if I try they would be gross, so there's no risk of false advertising ... (Although one of the fillings of these tasted a bit like celery. That was less than stellar.)

OR I could go work for the Cafe des deux magots (you know, at Saint-Germain-des-Prés), the one where all the great French philosophers hung out. Good hot chocolate, but for 7€ it had BETTER be.
Or perhaps the "medicalized" home for musicians is hiring. Not sure what this actually is, but just seeing the name on the building makes me giggle every morning!





















