I cannot physically blink. My eyes are glued open due to the copious amounts of glitter lip gloss on them. It started when we (by “we” I naturally mean “I”) got little G a 6-pack of princess glosses for Valentine’s Day. They came with a little watchband so she can wear her gloss on her wrist. I suppose a 3-year-old never knows when she might need a touch-up. Anyway, what with all the “Mama, close your eyes! You’re not pretty yet!” and such, I wound up with an eyeload of lip gloss – although I can’t complain because I look good compared to Petal, her baby doll who, unable to defend herself, looks like a really sparkly hooker.
