Maya loves makeup. She loves makeup, hair curlers, hairspray, nail polish, sparkly scrunchies, and anything else that will make her look fancy or beautiful. Recently she's taken to digging in our coat closet for anything she can find with pink, bows, sparkles, or sparkly pink bows.
Oddly enough, she loves watching ME do those things, even if it's the 10-minute process of putting on my makeup. She'll usually hover around me in the bathroom for awhile, occasionally asking what I'm doing now, what does that do, where did you get dat, etc.
Today, however, she was extra interested. From the commencement of my routine until the very last final touches, she stayed in the bathroom, perpetually curious. Thus ensued an adventure of toddler-sized proportions, and an educational experience for the future beauty queen.
Maya: What makeup are you doing now?
Me: This is foundation. This one always goes on first.
Maya: Oh. Is dat founda..founday-ssshhin?
Me: Yes.
Maya: Oh. What's dat called?
Me: Cover-up.
Maya: What does da cover-up do?
Me: It covers up our zits.
Maya: But where are your zits?
Me: I covered them up!
A minute later, she dug around in my bag some more until she found some mascara. She's learned about mascara before, so I tested her previous knowledge.
Me:What's that? Do you remember?
Maya: Ummm...yeah.
Me: What is it?
Maya: It'sss....eyelasher.
Well. She'll remember one day. For now, she's got a good start, always combing her hair and putting something in it. Sometimes it's a flower, sometimes it's dad's hair gel, and I think we're all just holding our breath for the day when she gets her hands on the toothpaste. She's a pretty cool chick.
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