Girls and their Make-up

This morning I walked into the living room to find S on the couch with her face in her hands with a disdain and tear-filled eyes bemoaning the fact that sometimes she must entertain herself when her brothers were busy doing something else.

In order to diffuse her moment of dramatic self-pity I invited her to come and put on make-up with me.

Sadness was immediately replaced with supreme glee. She rushed to the bathroom and pulled out the make-up she wanted to put on. I put on my make-up and when I got the mascara she asked if she could have some. I smiled and said, "I'll let you get your own when your grow-up and thirteen."

She curled up her lip in slight distaste and exclaimed, "But Mom, I am grown-up. I am FIVE."

A few minutes later she ran to the next room to see the total effect of her efforts. Suddenly there is a slight howl, "I look like a witch."