You know what can crush your confidence? A six-year-old’s honest appraisal. And that is why my daughter is no longer allowed to watch me get ready in the mornings.
Sweet Pea: What are you doing?
Me: Putting on my make-up. This is called foundation.
Sweet Pea: Oh, I saw that on TV. It’s that stuff that makes old ladies look like they are young. Why isn’t that happening?
Me (trying to just shake it off): Maybe I bought the wrong kind.
Sweet Pea: Now what are you doing?
Me: Doing my eyes. Then I’ll put on blush and lipstick. When you’re older, I’ll show you how to do all of this.
Sweet Pea: You look like Barbie, Mommy.
Me (with a slight swagger in my blush brush strokes): Aww…that’s sweet. Thank you.
Sweet Pea: You’re welcome. But not all of you. Not your whole body. Just your face looks like Barbie.
Me (a little less puffed up by her perceived compliment but willing to take what I can get): Thanks.
Sweet Pea: Well, really not your whole face. Just your lips. Your lips look like Barbie lips a little bit sometimes.
I wonder if Ken gets interrogated like this?
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