Looking Pretty

Last night was our church’s annual Valentine’s banquet talent show. For the first time, my daughter and I sang a duet together.
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Before we left, I went into the bathroom to get ready. I didn’t go “all out,” but did decide, for once, to not just wear my hair in a ponytail.

As I did my hair and put on makeup, my four-year-old son sat on the bed, watching me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Straightening my hair,” I told him.

“Why?”

“So I look pretty.”

“Why do you want to look pretty?”

“Because Jordan and I are singing tonight and getting up in front of everyone.”

“So you want to look pretty tonight?”

“Yes,” I told him. “Sometimes I just want to look pretty.”

He paused for a moment, as if taking this in.

Finally, he said, “And the rest of the time, you don’t want to look pretty?”

Sigh.

Apparently not.