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.
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.