Pretty

Yesterday morning I was sitting on the floor while the kids played and started gaining momentum for the day. AJ walked over to me, standing very, very close while staring at my face.

AJ: "What's that Mom?"
Me: "What?"
AJ: "That black stuff on yours lashes, yours eyelashes?"
Me: "Oh, well that's mascara."
AJ: "Did you put that on yours self?"
Me: "Yep."
AJ: "Whyyyyyyyy, Mom? Whyyyy did you put that on yours self?"

Me: (feeling very self conscious and a little silly for having put it on at all...I mean, seriously, is there a good answer to this question?) "I guess so I look pretty."

Long pause as he stands there squinting at me. 

Me: "Do you think I look pretty?"
AJ: (still squinting) "Nope."

Then he went back to playing...This morning just after he woke up, I picked him up to give him a good morning hug.

AJ: (holding my face in his hands) "Where's yours black stuff Mom?"
Me: "Mascara? I didn't put any on today. What do you think?"
AJ: "I think...you look pretty Mom."

He gave me a quick kiss then wiggled down and took off to go "swimming around the house" (which is him running around the house as fast as he can).