After some movie where the Bee version of Jerry Seinfeld falls in love with a human, Mia escorts me into her room and tells me that I’m going to do her hair and makeup.
OK, I'm up for it. I sit her down on a garbage can turned up side down, pick up some pretend scissors and start on her hair. She stops me before I can make a single pretend cut, rips the pretend scissors from my hands and pretends to cut her own bangs. She doesn't trust me to pretend to cut her hair. And I kind of understand.
She throws the fake scissors to the ground and hands me her make-up brush, which is a paint brush from a kids paint set. We also use two crayons. Yellow to “lighten up her face.” Red for “her rosy cheeks". I go to work, starting with red on her cheeks then I go to the make up brush. I rub it over her eyebrows, then across her eyelids and under her eyes. Mia is getting that look on her face. She's disgusted. I keep going, brushing it across her forehead, across her lips and on her chin.
She is really pissed now.
I start to laugh.
She is livid.
"You’re making me look like a man!" she yells, before she storms into the bathroom, climbs up on the toilet and checks the damage in the mirror.
5 comments:
Wow..
The training of men begins at a very early age for a women.
That was great!
Gee, Matt, how does it feel to only be the third best writer in your family?
It doesn't feel bad at all Mr. Dear Spike. Where did you think I learned my love of the craft?
(Hint: My dad)
Now that was rude!!
A good editor can make any writer look good. And a great subject to write about is priceless.
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