When Law decided to have a child, he hadn't expected that his home would soon be covered in pink and glitter and a general mess of dress-up clothes and bows.

And yet, here he was, spending his Saturday morning letting his daughter, you, paint his nails. He supposes he owes you this much, at least, since he'd separated from your mother years ago when you were a baby.

He watches you meticulously paint his fingernails a shade of pink, and he knows he'll get hell for it at work at the hospital on Monday -- not that he really cares. He wants to be a good dad, and if it means having pink nails and tea parties he doesn't mind.

He just hopes you lay off on the tea parties a little. He definitely feels like he's gained a little bit more weight since you've started forcing him to sit down for them...