It's a good thing Mom and I are spending so much time together, because I am growing up...FAST!
I, - who has never been interested in makeup (makes me gag), stuff on my lips (ditto), or dressup (unless pretending to be an animal) - took a different turn today.
I decided to set up my own barber shop in the bathroom, barring mom from entering at all costs. I requested supplies - clips, makeup, hairbrush - and went to work.
I even wanted to put perfume on, while normally scented anything sends me into gagging fits. I put lots on.
Shifting sands, Mom said.
I found the results pleasing, especially after adding a few wardrobe elements.
Mom and I then did a play together (the audience was my invisible dog, Chiwowee, a chihuahua) about me being a motorcycle mama and mom being my kid who I took for her first ride on my motorbike.