My daughter turns 20 today and wicked mom that I am, I have this story to share.
At four, D was a curious child that was forever getting into things. And her fascination was for stuff that older people used.
One day she had a red and angry scratch on her upper lip. “What happened D?” I asked, to be blithely told, “Oh, I shaved my mustache like I’ve seen dad and thatha do”.
I knew forbidding her from touching the razor would only make it even more attractive. So I plotted evilly.
When she went off for the afternoon nap, I took my eye liner pencil and drew on the most magnificent mustache on her upper lip. A mustache that would make Veerappan proud.
D woke up and came to me for a snuggle. She was always mama’s little girl. I picked her up and took her to the mirror.
There was a moment of silence- the calm before the storm- then all hell broke loose. She wailed and wailed in absolute horror.
When the tears abated a little I told her that I would try and do magic to get rid of the mustache, but that she should not touch the razor again. She nodded, wracked by sobs.
I then proceeded to do my magic with cleansing cream and cotton wool.
The world was set right and happiness was restored. And my baby never again touched a razor…..
Wish one could wave a magic wand now and make them do one’s bidding 🙂
Happy Birthday my sweetie!