I'm off later this afternoon to see my dear friend Nancy get married. I decided to go all out and wear.....makeup. Yup, it's a big day. So, as I stood at the bathroom mirror getting ready, Owen yelled from across the room. "Mom, are you wearing a NECKLACE?" I said I was and he raced over and examined it closely. He said, "I don't think I've ever seen this before" and I told him that I didn't think I'd worn it before. He nodded and said, "well, you've never worn it as a Mom." Uh, yeah Owen.
Then he gasped, and said, "are you wearing MAKEUP?" I said I was and he just backed up with his hands in the air saying, "I'm just asking, that's all....cause I saw some black stuff by your eyes."
THEN he said, "uhhh, is this what you're wearing?" I again replied that is was and he kind hedged and said, "well, it's kind of interesting wearing that skirt with that jacket, that's all I'm saying. But it's o.k. Mom."
And this is when he's EIGHT?
What does the future hold?