At what age does the bluntness of my almost-five year old go from adorable to just plain rude?
Laying in bed with her this morning, she lovingly pats my face, then stops, cocks her head, and says quite matter-of-factly, "Mommy. Your eyebrows are getting really hairy. I can see all those black hairs growing. You need to get that thing you use to pull them out."
Why, thank you, sweet child o'mine. I have a hair appointment schedule for Friday - which includes a brow wax - but here I now sit on the bedroom floor, painstakingly ripping hairs out of my eyebrow. I intentionally left the "s" off that because harsh as she may have been, Reagan was right - pretty sure I was close to just having ONE brow, instead of two.....
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