A few days ago Big G came into the bathroom while I was getting ready for work.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready for work.”
“No, what are you doing?”
“I’m putting on makeup.”
“No! What are you doing?”
“Oh. I’m curling my eyelashes.”
I stopped to think about it. Every day I place what looks like an implement of torture right next to my eyeball. How is this a good idea? Who thought this up in the first place?
I gave him the only answer I could think of: “To make my eyes look bigger.”
He looked at me suspiciously, his gaze lingering on my eyes. “Oh,” he said, and walked away.
I’m glad he was satisfied with the explanation. I, on the other hand, now find myself wondering what the hell I’m doing every time I pick up the eyelash curler.
I haven’t figured it out, but in the meantime, my lashes are long and curly and my eyes do look big.