Tell me, what child doesn’t like to play with make up? Girl or boy, they love to experiment with lipstick and eye shadow regardless of the outcome.
It was a very long day and all I wanted to do when I got home from work was jump into the shower which is exactly what I did. When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed for my bedroom. The door was open and to my dismay, from the bedroom entrance to my bed I saw a trail of make up items; mascara, an open container of lipstick, eye lash curler, lip gloss…and more make up items where scattered on the bed. No one was in sight, but I knew exactly who the culprit was. I was so annoyed because this wasn’t the first time, nor was it the second or third…
Looking at the mess made my blood boil. A few seconds later in ran my three year old grand-nephew not expecting to see me, and when he did, he stopped in his tracks. As I glared at him the following conversation took place:
“Wudgies! What have you been doing? And where is my face powder?!”
“Ida no!” Exclaimed Wudgies who responded with both hands up in the air as if he had nothing to do with it.
“You better find my powder now!” I demanded.
Wudgies quickly knelt on the floor to look under the bed; he grabbed something and said “Hair wit is!” But all he handed me was the cover to the container that I was looking for.
I said, “This is the just the cover! Where is the powder?!” And he said, “I toe you ida no!!!”
In my anger and frustration I demanded saying “Get out of my room now! Go to your own room and play with your own stuff!”
While stomping his feet, Wudgies yelled back at the top of his little lungs…“I am goim my own woom and play wif my own tings, yes I’m goim now!!!”
Our argument grew louder by the second and in the middle of one of my loud sentences I gave out a humongous sneeze “Hutchoo!!”
Wudgies, still upset with my tone of voice threw up his little arms, stomped his feet and screamed “Blllless youuu!!!”
My anger came to a screeching halt. With a little smirk, we both looked at each other and laughed hysterically. But at first, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I wanted to laugh for obvious reasons; and I wanted to cry because I was so majorly humbled by a three year old and all I could do at that point was pick him up, stand him up on the bed, give him the biggest hug and apologize for my negative actions; and when I did, he patted my back with his tiny little hand and said “Iss ok.” After that tender moment we were best friends again.
The next morning when I was getting ready for work and I was putting on my make up, I noticed that my brush for my face powder was missing. I sat there and thought about what had taken place the night before. I had to chuckle to myself and say “Forget it! I’ll just buy another one.”