Lily told me yesterday that she "hates'' freckles.
She said I need to buy a product she saw on tv, to get rid of my freckles.
"It has a blue lid and you put it on your face and it gets rid of all your freckles,'' she said.
I told her that I liked my freckles, thank you very much, and that I was not buying this product with a blue lid.
"Then you won't be beautiful,'' she said.
She wants me to buy it for her. She's starting to get a couple of light freckles.
"When I was a baby, I had a clean face,'' she said. "So you need to get me that stuff so I can clean up my face.''
(!!!!)
I told her she has a beautiful face, already.
"I don't want to look like you,'' she said. "You have lots and lots of freckles.''
Sigh.
So she's 5 and ready for makeup. I took her with me that morning to a city office to look at a development file. She grabbed a business card, then got another, telling the receptionist, "This one's for my husband.''
Then on the way home, she asked me "where do you get married?''
"In a church,'' I responded.
"Do they put down a red carpet?''
"Well, you can get one if you want,'' I said to budding Bridezilla, "but not usually.''
"Do they have pink carpets?'' she asked.
"I suppose you could find one,'' I answered, (on ebay).