Violet Light #11

It was after I had been running around the house this morning changing diapers, refilling sippy cups for our morning outing, wiping the counters, and vacuuming crumbs that I remember asking Julia to "Please go potty, and get your coat and shoes on. We're ready to bounce." And that's when she obliged with the most polite, easygoing, "Ok, my favorite Mommy," that I have ever heard come out of her mouth.

And as I stood there watching her polish off the last swallows from the glass of water she was holding, I thought, "Wo, wo, wo, she's really got the importance of talking in a respectful manner down pat here. Now that I think about it, she has responded in the most angelic way for at least the last 20 minutes.

While I continued to pat myself on the back while rolling compliment after compliment through my head of the wonderful parenting I felt Mr. Marvelous and I were exhibiting, my eyes landed on her fingernails. Then her fingers. Then the front of her dress.

[gulp]

It seems as though her little get together with Revlon's Violet Light #11--behind the couch in the loft--left her feeling a bit guilty. Thus, the explanation for all the, "Sure, Mama!" "I'd love to Mama!" And the "I'll do anything which pleases you, for thou art the most magnificient Mama for always."

Ok, so she didn't say that last one.