An evening spent playing dress up…

Me dressing up and the little one egging me on.

Her: No amma, you are not supposed to look like “amma”. You are supposed to look like a glamorous, stylish person.

Ouch. Bring out the war paint!

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Much later, after it was all over…

Her: I’m not saying you look bad when you put on all that stuff. But now you look like good old amma.

Sigh. Why do I put myself through this?