Tonight, while I was trying to pull open the bag of cheese sticks, Rachel looked at me disapprovingly and said,
"Mommy. Use scissors!"
"Um, OK, Rachel," I answered.
This morning, after getting dressed, she said, "I want makeup!" Yes, this is the beginning of a long battle to keep her as far away from drugstore cosmetics as possible. At least she has the advantage of living in Oregon, where I am sure, if someone took a survey, they'd find that this is the state where women are least likely to wear makeup.
She got very upset when I took away the powder puff I use to put powder on my face.
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