Vaughn was watching me open a package from Nordstrom’s, my eagerly anticipated arrival of Diorshow, a mascara that promises to give me the appearance of wearing false eyelashes without actually having to exert the energy involved in applying them. I pull out the Diorshow package that’s a flashing sparkly silver color. Frankly, I’m more impressed with the packaging than the mascara. As I’m oooing and ahhing over the packaging and commenting on how pretty it is, I can see Vaughn looking at it hungeringly, a glint in his keen packrat eyes.
“Do you want the package? It’s pretty, huh?”
“Can I?! Yeah, it’s pretty. It’s…DAZZLING!”
Hmm. Not the kind of vocabulary I would expect from a 6-year-old boy. There just might be a future in fashion for this one.
“Where did you learn that word? School?”
“Nope. Word Girl. It means: ‘To be so bright as to be almost blinding.’”
“Yes… I’d say that describes it rather nicely.”
Who says television isn’t educational? All that electronic babysitting is finally paying off.
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