…there would be days like this! My mother often told stories of me eating my Aunt’s expensive French, face cream when I was around two. I laughed but secretly thought that won’t happen to me. She must have known what I was thinking because she would immediately say I’d probably lose a jar or two of my potions and lotions.
Tonight, as I was on the computer P comes running into our office very proudly stating “piggy feet, piggy feet Mamma”. P was covered from head to toe in one of my night creams which happens to be the same color as her little toy pig. While her body had clumps of the cream, her feet had it somewhat nicely spread all over hence her “piggy feet”.
I was upset but then I was very amused and proud of her for thinking that by making her feet this color she could have piggy feet. Her reasoning and thinking actually made me quite proud and I told her so. I had to explain though. that next time, she should ask first. I also said it was a brilliant idea.
