jeudi, novembre 10, 2011

The Cutest Thing Ever

I went over to my friend Bérengère's house last night. She has the most adorable little boy, Maxime, who is a bundle of toothy smiles and blond-haired charm. He's two and half, and smart as a whip.

The three of us played and sang songs while he took his bath, and afterwards she and I made truffle risotto while he ate his zucchini purée.

Then it was time for him to go to bed. Bérengère tucked him in while I continued to stir the risotto. When she came back in the kitchen, she reported their exchange, where Maxime had observed,

"Penelope is sick."

I wasn't. When she asked him what he meant, he said,

"Her eyes hurt."

She asked me what I thought he meant.

"I dunno, maybe my eyes are red?" I ventured. My eyes are often red. I work in front a computer all day and never wear my glasses like I'm supposed to. (Please don't fuss at me, Mom, they make my vision worse! I promise I put them on on the rare occasion I drive at night, okay?)

"No," she said, "they aren't."

Suddenly, I understood. I pointed to my trademark cat-eye liquid eyeliner.

"He totally didn't understand what this was about," I said, cracking up.

And come to think of it, maybe it does make it look like my eyes hurt, like I'm squinting them up in pain, or something?

Nothing like a 2.5 year old boy to make you reconsider everything you thought you knew about makeup in 3 seconds.

Well, he did say I was "gentille" right afterwards, so all is forgiven.

And my heart is officially melted.