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October 10, 2006

So, I’m carefully applying mascara to my freshly made up face and my baby boy, the monkey boy says,

“Mom, you look like a girly-girl, but you aren’t really.”

“Hm?” says I whilst trying to avoid gooping my contact lens and possibly losing the sight in my right eye.

“You know what a girly-girl is Mom!”

“Yes, but what do YOU mean?”

“Well, you look pretty and everything but you’ll still go outside and be dirty and play and stuff.”

Quite possibly the nicest thing he’s ever said to me. Sniff.