In the tradition of mothers and daughters everywhere, Libby and I have a little routine in the mornings: As I put on my makeup, I also "put makeup" on her. (Translation: I buff dry makeup-free brushes lightly over her face and tell her she is beautiful.) I love this time with my girl.
However, I may need a little trip to the Clinique ladies because this morning we had the following discussion as I was brushing on "our" makeup:
Libby (very seriously): Do I look like a clown?
Me: What? Why would you look like a clown?
Libby: Remember, a long time ago, you told me if I wore too much makeup I'd look like a clown?
Me (completely flabbergasted she remembered that from so long ago): No, honey, you don't look like a clown.
(Then, teasing): Do I look like a clown?
Libby (studying me earnestly in the mirror): Well, yeah, kinda.
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Haha! You do NOT look like a clown! Your make-up always looks perfect!
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