May 10, 2007

• Be Sure Your Sin…

  …will find you out.

  If she hadn’t gotten herself dirty, she never would have told on herself. It’s to my benefit that my daughter doesn’t like being messy. She came around the corner slowly, holding her fingers out to me. “Mommy, it’s all dirty!” She was moving carefully, like she’d rather not even show me, but the mess was too much for her to take. “What is it, Babe? Did you hurt yourself?” “No, I’m messy.” Sure enough, there was a pile of brownish paste sitting on top of the fingers she held out carefully. Tool light in color to be my first thought, but I checked her pull-up anyway. Nope. “Show me where it was, Anna Kathryn.” She led me towards my bedroom, reluctantly explaining, “It’s from your makeups, mommy. It got on me.” Aaaaahhhh!! That’s what it was. My foundation cream. I found my makeup bag open with bottles and wands half unscrewed, and put her under the light. I wanted to laugh, but I had to discipline first. “Did you look at yourself in the mirror, Baby?” She did then. She had drawn eyebrow pencil into a uni-brow on her forehead, and there was a huge glop of the light brown stuff smeared on her cheek. It looked like a deformity. I looked all over the house for my camera to immortalize the offense, but it was buried in my huge mommy-bag, and I didn’t find it until later. I disciplined her, but she caught the grin on my face, and we shared a laugh and a hug.

  I still remember the time my friend Kirsty and I found Steph’s coverup tube and thought it was lipstick. We were 12, and didn’t know any better. When we showed up with tan-colored lips and a confused expression on our faces, Stephanie burst out laughing.

  Live and learn.

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