I was putting on mascara before our March “date,” and Mara was watching with her mouth-gaping, when-I-figure-out-what-you’re-doing-I’ll-quit-staring-and-go-play expression.
“I’m putting on mascara,” I told her, leaning into the mirror.
“Mara put on mascara?” she asked sweetly, still watching intently.
“Noooo,” I said, “not till you’re a big girl.”
“When big, Mara put on little-scara,” she told me.
I turned around. “When you’re a big girl, you’re gonna put on little-scara?”
“Yeah,” she smiled her sweet smile, nodding as she tilted her head to the side. “Nice little-scara!”