Lydia is a three-year-old after my own heart - she speaks her mind, and says it like she sees it. After I'd finished reading to her and a handful of other kids on the reading platform last week, she turned to me and announced casually, "Carla, you need lipstick." And the truth was, she was right. These days when I look into the mirror, I ponder whose tired, sad face is staring back at me. I hated to admit it, but I needed to put in more effort if even the youngest of my preschoolers was starting to notice. Besides, Lydia was someone I didn't mind taking advice from. With two dads, she is hands-down the best-dressed of all our little ones in the Montessori classroom. Her Boden polka-dot tops, worn with stylish jeans, glitter and suede ankle boots and a Marimekko rain coat reveal a girl-about-town flair with just a touch of European edge. I could do worse. And so, for the rest of the week I diligently applied lipstick whenever I thought I was beginning to fade. Until Friday morning. Lucas entered the class that day with what could only be described as a swagger as he headed to his cubby to drop off his coat and backpack. He was just about tell me what he'd brought in to share as he nonchalantly dropped it into the basket when he did a double take. "Hey! What's that on your face? Are you wearing lipstick?!" he asked. "Why, yes, I am," I replied, proud to see he'd noticed. "Well, you should take it off."
Now I don't know who I should take my beauty advice from. Preschoolers are a tough crowd.
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