We were out at Massadoah for the gorgeous weekend, and Zoe gave everyone (adults included) tattoos. Many people received multiple tattoos.
One afternoon, she was giving Noa a tattoo on her lower leg, and Noa’s leg was propped up on the table at a rather impossible angle.
“Zoe,” she said. “This kind of hurts.”
“Well,” said I, in that annoying way adults have of inserting themselves into a conversation children are having, “sometimes beauty can be painful.”
(Full disclosure, it was an asinine thing to say, not sure why I even said it.)
And then our amazing, brilliant, funny, interesting daughters had their say.
Zoe: You mean like in the 15th Century when women used white lead powder on their faces to look beautiful?
Noa: Or when a baby is being born?
“Yes, exactly, girls.” I said before I tucked my tail between my legs and sought out Buds to tell him what had just transpired.
No more offhand, psuedo-funny comments from me.