Mommy Stuff

This morning as I was getting ready (11:30 a.m. is still morning, technically), Megan came into the bathroom while I was applying mascara to my invisible blonde eyelashes.

Megan: I need some of that stuff.

Me: What stuff?

Megan: That black stuff. I want black eyes too, like you. What's that called?

Me: Mascara, but why do you want black eyes like me?

Megan: I want to look like a mom.

Me: What else makes someone look like a mom?

Megan: Hairspray and cherry red lips.

Me: Is that all?

Megan: And a big smile.

Me: smile

I didn't allow her to put the mascara on, but gave in to light-colored eye shadow and a pale pink lipstick. When we got into the car, she asked if she could wear my sunglasses, to complete her mom-look. By all means.