UGH! Even the title of this post makes me cringe–just not feeling creative in the title creation.
Bill is leaving for a business trip today for the rest of the week. The kids are used to me traveling for work, but Bill doesn’t travel for work much. So, we originally planned to go to a movie and dinner as a family. But Noah wants to see the Avengers (as does Bill) and it is almost 2 1/2 hours long and there IS NO WAY IN HELL OR ANYWHERE ELSE that Zoë could sit that long or even really be interested in the movie. So we decided that Bill and Noah would see the movie another time.
Noah was crushed, but much to my surprise he didn’t throw a full-on tantrum. He cried a bit, but then said he wanted to do something special with just his dad. That then started that Zoë wanted to something special with me. I suggested making dinner.
“That isn’t special or very fun!” pouty face.
So, I asked her what she wanted to do.
“Put on make-up. That is what girls do.”
UGH! I don’t own any “real” make-up. I don’t wear make-up. As I get older, I probably should, but I am too old to learn how to correctly apply make-up. I think Zoë knows more about make-up application than I do.
So, I pulled out my make-up kit–which is really a Victoria’s Secret give-away that my mom got. But for as often as I wear make-up (maybe some eye-liner or mascara 2x per year) it works just fine. And Zoë is convinced it is just the right size for her.
So, I begrudgingly put some make up on her. She was in girly girly heaven.
“Don’t I look pretty now mom.”
“You look just perfect and beautiful without it.”
“But I feel really pretty with it on.”–Oh brother. But how can I not understand. I always feel pretty after a pedicure.
Then she insisted on putting make up on me. I limited what she put on me and we talked about how I don’t like stuff on my lips or face. So she did just a little blush and eye shadow.
“You look more beautiful mommy.”
How on this earth did I get
cursed blessed with such a girly girl? I am rapidly being pushed beyond my knowledge of all things girlie.
Then I had to get my toes painted. She threw a fit when I told her should couldn’t paint all my nails a different color and that she couldn’t paint my fingernails. I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t professional for me to have my toe nails painted a bunch of different colors. So we compromised with one foot one color and one foot another color. I have to admit she did a good job of painting for a 4 year old–she even wiped up where she painted my actual foot. And I do feel pretty with my toes painted. Damn.
Since we have apparently traveled back to the 50′s for one night, Zoë and I went to cook dinner. She made tartar sauce for the fish and after she ate at least 3 forkfuls of relish, I put in the salt and pepper.
“Why do you use salt and pepper in lots of things?”
“They are considered spices and they add flavor. There are lots of spices.”
“Oh so things taste good on our flavor dots.”
“Our flavor dots. On our tongue.”
“Oh…you mean taste buds.”
“No flavor dots.”
Okay, so flavor dots it is. I for one am happy to have my Flavor Dots.