I try not to even look. Not obviously, anyway. I’ve got kids. They’ve got a mother. She can hunt with a bow. I have righted my evil ways. Well, many of them. But I couldn’t stop, and she wanted to show me what magic she could do. I couldn’t resist, and now it’s too late. I have seen her Keitai Manicure. My wife’s keitai is plain and indistinguishable. Now I have seen what a real keitai is like, and I can’t get it out of my mind.

They tell me there is an industry devoted to selling distinctive, super-kawaii keitai accessories. Of course, how distinctive can a mass-produced product be? So, those special few do it themselves.

I don’t know how I can go on now, and pretend that I haven’t seen the keitai of my dreams. Just look at the bikini!