I was sitting on the couch braiding Emily's hair. She was making terrible noises. She ALWAYS makes terrible noises. Noises like I am branding her feet with a capital "T" for "tender headed". I am ignoring her.
Commercials are on. Some vague advertisement for skin cream which will make you look like a small Spanish actress are flashing before our eyes.
"Mama? What are those things FOR?"
"What things? The creams?"
"Yeah - what are they FOR?"
"Well - some people think that if they use certain creams, it will help them look young."
"Well - I guess for some people, they are really concerned about the way they look and they think that if they use this cream they will look better."
Pause. LONG Pause.
"You don't use any of those creams."
"No honey, I don't."
"You're not like other moms."
"What? What do you mean I'm not like other moms"
"You don't care about the way you look - you don't need to look young."
"Um. Thanks Honey, I think."