"Mama, can I please go to Walgreens and get fake nails?" my ten-year-old daughter asked.
"Why?" I asked. "Those things ruin your nails."
"All my friends have them."
I looked at her. "Well, you shouldn't get them because all your friends have them."
"But they're so pretty. Can I please try them?"
I thought about that for a second. "Okay. We'll get you some fake nails so you can see what they're like."
We made a little trip to Walgreens. She picked a fancy sparkly set. Then we came home and she put them on.
"These things are awful!" she said. "They hurt, and I can't even pull up my pants!"
I nodded. "And you'll probably have a little trouble playing in the woods and petting your dog."
She sat down and watched TV for a little while. Fifteen minutes later she was in the bathroom taking off the nails.
"These are the worst things ever! I'm not wearing fake nails ever again!" she announced.
Seven dollars well-spent.