Having a two-year old is a riot. Avery is constantly asking me, "What are you doing? Can I have some? What is that?" about everything I do. And she also wants to be right in the middle of everything.
Earlier this week, she was very interested in watching me put on my makeup. As I explained what each cosmetic was and put it on my face, she asked if she "could have some, too." I obliged her, then in the morning chaos that is our lives, forgot all about it and we headed off for school and work.
Later that day, it struck me that her teachers must have wondered why I had gone all JonBenet on my daughter.