In honor of the grand opening of our semi-new kids store (and to
understand the magnitude of this, you must realize that there is no
kid toy or clothing stories in town), there were girl gift bags, and
boy gift bags.
I know it’s a little blurry, but you can see the intensity with which
the purple lip gloss is being applied. To lips. To cheeks. To
forehead. Every once in a while she’d offer a coquettish smile, and I
would tell her it was fabulous, and then she would wipe it all off
with a napkin and start again.
Lily, bless her, handed the lip gloss out of her bag back to the store
owner and said “I don’t want this.” I am torn between shame at her
rudeness and being pleased that we don’t own a second lip gloss.
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