Well, it's my fault for being vain, I suppose. My ego had a serious check yesterday when I was getting ready to go out for the day with Ailsa.
I put on my sunscreen first, and she ran over, asking for whiskers. Whiskers are kind of a big deal in our house, and fairly often, one or all of the kids have them painted on their cheeks. On extra-special days, they also have little red kitty noses. (Perhaps this is why the littlest one meows so much.) But I digress.
So, I'm pulling out the eyeshadow, and Ailsa asks me, "What is that for?"
"Well, Mommy is silly and vain, but I'll show you," I said, and decided to do one eye at a time, to show her the amazing and incredible transformation that makeup effects on me.
I started with a shimmery beige shadow, and closed one eye.
"Why does your eye go all scrinchy?"
"Um, I closed it, and it..."
"No, Mommy, it's still all scrinchy," which I sensed is a pre-schooler's word for wrinkled and/or crone-like.
Moving on. I pulled out the accent colour for the crease, to increase definition and make my eyes look bigger.
"It still looks wrinkly."
Deep breath. I grabbed a brown eyeliner.
"That makes your eye look dirty."
At this point, my fists are clenched.
Mascara.
"Can I have some?"
"No, it makes your eyelashes look all dark, and you already have lovely dark eyelashes." I finished up the one eye and I looked at her. "Can you see the difference between my two eyes?"
"No. Can I have whiskers?"
"Fine."
Serves me right for thinking well of myself. Sigh.
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