Primping Mama

The state wastewater convention was held this week in the neighboring town.  Sid took part in it, and as such was invited to the Wastewater Gala tonight.  I got to go too, so we asked Codie to  babysit the kids.

As I was getting ready for the dinner, Sidney caught me in the bathroom primping.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“It’s lipstick.”  I smacked my lips at him and smiled.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, looking at me strangely.

“Welllll . . . “ I stalled, searching for a good explanation for doing this to myself.  “Sometimes, a woman likes to look extra nice.  It is strange what we women do to ourselves to try to look nice, isn’t it?”

I had perfected my lipstick to the best of my limited abilities and stood back from the mirror.  “How do I look?”

Sidney scrutinizes me closely and says matter of factly, “The hair needs some work.”

It’s a good thing he’s cute.

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