I don't like "pretty", Mom!
So today I put on some bright red lipstick. I don't normally wear bright red lipstick, but it seemed fun to do at the time. It makes me feel like I'm in a 1950's movie or something. :) Anyway, I was making David a peanut butter and homemade peach jam sandwich for lunch when he asks,
"Mom, what's on your face?"
"What do you mean?"
"The red on your face."
"Oh, the red on my lips? It's lipstick."
"Can you take it off?"
"Why?"
" 'Cause I don't like it."
"Why don't you like it? Isn't it pretty?"
"No... Well... I don't really like pretty."
"You don't?"
" No. Can you just take it off... Please?"
"Maybe in a little bit."
"No, wash it off now."
"Why right now?"
" 'Cause I don't like it."
"Really..."
"Please Mom, just take it off."
"We'll see, David."
A few minutes later I started eating and it started coming off anyway, so I used a paper towel to get the rest off.
"Is that better?"
"Yes." (said in a fairly relieved tone of voice)
"Mom, what's on your face?"
"What do you mean?"
"The red on your face."
"Oh, the red on my lips? It's lipstick."
"Can you take it off?"
"Why?"
" 'Cause I don't like it."
"Why don't you like it? Isn't it pretty?"
"No... Well... I don't really like pretty."
"You don't?"
" No. Can you just take it off... Please?"
"Maybe in a little bit."
"No, wash it off now."
"Why right now?"
" 'Cause I don't like it."
"Really..."
"Please Mom, just take it off."
"We'll see, David."
A few minutes later I started eating and it started coming off anyway, so I used a paper towel to get the rest off.
"Is that better?"
"Yes." (said in a fairly relieved tone of voice)