Yesterday my son was feeling a little snuggly and asked if we could, “…cuddle in mommy’s room?” So off we went upstairs, in the middle of the afternoon, to get some good cuddles in bed. It lasts for a few minutes, at least, before other things become more interesting; pulling up and down the shades, annoying the dog, and getting into mommy’s stuff. He walked over to the mirror and first picked up my hairbrush. He looked in the mirror and brushed his hair meticulously, all the while not dropping his gaze to the little man in the mirror. Next he is onto and into my facial lotion, unscrews the top of the jar and dips his finger into the thick lotion and wipes it on one cheek and then the other–not rubbing it in so much, but leaving little globs on each tender cheek. Then to the coveted makeup bag–mind you, I’m still not saying a word and just watching from the bed and he has yet to notice that I am watching him. He picks up the mascara (L’Oreal Voluminous is my fav!) and unscrews it and gently, with his head down slightly, applies the mascara to each set of his long eyelashes. Amazingly he got it on with one wave of the wand on each eye. So, I let the boy experiment a little, no harm in that. Here’s a shot of his workmanship.