When I worked at the Mirror Lake Inn, I remember wondering what sort of parent paid for their 10 year old to receive a pedicure. What madness is this? Then I moved to Southern Pennsylvania and before you know it, this happens:
For the first day of school (which is Thursday for her) she had her feet soaked, scrubbed, clipped, massaged and polished.
Her absolute delight in the entire experience has taught me why parents give their kids pedicures.
For the record, we went to the Gettysburg Day Spa. We had a wonderful experience there. They did not pay for this promotion, but if they want to kick me down a gift certificate for a couples' pedicure, Rich and I will gladly write a rave joint review.