My Precious Little Guy. I Think I'll Keep Him

I was getting ready for the day in my bathroom this week and Christian was nearby. I didn't realize he was paying attention, and as I was putting mascara on my lower lashes (think of the face you make and the position you are in do perform such a task), he asks, "Mama, what are you doing?"

"I'm putting mascara on so you can see my eye lashes."

"Why do you want people to see your eye lashes?"

At this point, he himself looks in the mirror, opening his eyes wide, most likely wondering if his lashes are visible enough for people. I show him my finished eye and he gives me a blank look like he doesn't get the difference.

Then he looks at the loot on my counter and asks, "What is this thing for?"

"It's a blush brush and it's for putting blush on my cheeks to give them some color."

He immediately responds with, "But Mama, I like your cheeks the way they are."

Oh Christian, you made my day. I'm glad you are in afternoon kindergarten so I can have these precious mornings with you!