Aspiring makeup artist?
So today, I was straightening my hair and Nathan bounced into the bathroom and asked me what I was doing.
“Fixing my hair,” I replied. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked quizzically at my hair.
“Is your hair broken?” he asked. I may have chuckled at the realization that I can sometimes be quite Southern.
“No, honey. I’m straightening it with this hair straightener here,” I said as I gestured to the flat iron. “It’s very hot, though, so it’s not something for you to play with.”
“Blow on it and cool it down!” he exclaimed.
So then, when I was done with my hair, I put on some makeup. Paul was on his way home to take us out to eat some pizza, and I’m not going to let being HUGELY pregnant stop me from trying to look presentable! So as I was applying eyeshadow to one eye, Nathan was peering at me from the side. When he asked me what I was doing, I said I was applying makeup. And then I looked at him. One eye had eyeshadow on it & the other did not.
He has a small-scale freakout.
“Fix it, Mama!” he shouted. “The eyes! They don’t match! Fix it, please!” He started frantically jumping up and down, eyes watering, hands flapping, and eyebrows furrowed.
I quickly put eyeshadow on the other eye and told him everything was A-OK. He stared at each of my eyes, looking at one and then the other. Finally, he smiled.
“Good job, Mommy! Your eyes are hot!”
“Hot?!” I asked quizzically. Not sure where he got that from. “What do you mean, hot?”
“Well, are the eyes hot or cold?”
I’m still trying to figure that one out.