Walking to have dinner with another family the other night, Seconda cast me a glance and then gasped.
“Why do your eyes look beautiful Mommy?”
“Well, I put on some eye makeup today.”
“Oh they look SOOOOOO beautiful!”
“Thank you.”
“But what if a bad guy comes and forces you to take your eye makeup off and you look HORRIBLE?? Do you want me to stab him in the heart?”
“Umm, I guess so. Thanks/”
“No problem.”
And to think I tell her "You look beautiful just the way you are." Clearly, she does not feel the same about me.
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