Monday, November 15, 2010


A few mornings ago, you and I were getting ready together in the bathroom. You saw me curling my hair, and asked what I was doing.

"Curling my hair. Does it look nice?" I asked.

NO! you shouted emphatically. I heard the Dad start to snicker from the bedroom.

But before I could speak to the insensitivity of what you said, you added, It looks beeeeeeeeeeaaaaaauuuuuuuutifuuuuuul! drawing out each sweet syllable.

You're lucky I didn't have mascara on yet.

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