I could spin this out into a long winded rant about self image and the influence of our actions on our daughters, couldn’t I? But I think the conversation Gibby and I had this morning is kind of perfect as it is.
“Mummy what are you doing?”
“I’m rubbing some cream on my eye.”
“Can I have some?”
“No sweetheart, it’s just for Mummy.”
“Are your eyes are poorly?”
“Haha! No. It’s to try and get rid of the lines around them.”
“Oh.” ***Sulky Face*** “You won’t look as smily now.”
I guess it’s a good job those creams don’t really work, isn’t it?