Mascarrot

During lunch, Mara told me she was “putting on makeup.”  . . .

Really?

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Ahhhhh! “Mascarrot”!!!!!

Her other carrot apparently was lipstick.

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When I told her to eat her carrots, she became sad, and said, “Now the lipstick is broken.”

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“Yes,” I agreed, “this time it is broken! But the good thing about carrots is next time you eat them, you will have new lipstick!”

“No,” she said, shaking her head mournfully. “Next time they will just be carrots.

Oh, the drama . . .

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