Another Day in the Life...

So yesterday Josie duped me into a book about glamour girls. She said it was part of a series she had read. As the evening progressed, I began to figure out that this wasn't exactly the case. It was more of a handbook on how to be a glamour girl. Big difference!!! In it she found a recipe for lipgloss & decided to make some last night. And it went like this:

Jo: Look at this. I'm going to go make some.

Me: (looking over list of ingredients) I don't think we have any of those flavor extracts.

Jo: (rummaging) We have Vanilla!

Me: (remembering what the clean kitchen looked like)

Jo: (making all kinds of noise)

Me: What are you using for the Vaseline?

Jo: No! I don't need Vaseline! It said jelly.

Me: Huh? Wait! What are you using?!?!

Jo: This jelly on the counter.

Me: The new strawberry preserves?!

Jo: Yes.

Me: Wait! Stop!! You can't use that!! It said petroleum jelly! You know...Vaseline!! (headache getting worse)

Jo: What?!

Me: What have you put in the bowl? Just the jelly?

Jo: Yes.

Me: Ok. Put it back in the jar & put it in the fridge.

Jo: Arrrghhh!! (slams, bangs, stomps around)

Dad: Why can't she? What kind of jelly does she need? What's Vaseline?

Me: Really?!? (rolls eyes & searches for Valium)

Dad: (still waiting for answer)

Me: You know...Vaseline...petroleum jelly...skin softener...

Dad: Can I get her some at IGA?

Me: No! You can get her some generic kind at Dollar General!! (turning back to online bingo, trying to disappear)

Fast forward to this morning. Josie still has her nose buried in the glamour book. This is amusing to me because all the way to Grove City yesterday, she loudly declared her tomboyism. Now there is a budding fashionista in our midst & I, for one, am scared as hell!! Today she found a page about how to be a celebrity. Again, I ask myself, "What have you done?!" It wouldn't be so bad if she was just playing around. But she is taking this seriously. I know there will be a fight tomorrow morning about why she cannot dress like that & go to school! How could I possibly know this, you ask? Well, considering we are currently arguing about why she can't put on her good clothes to play outside in just because she wants to be a celebrity, I'd say it's mother's intuition. Add to that the fact that her black tights now have a hole in them & Dad just patched them up with electrical tape &...well...you figure out the odds!

My life. You can't make this stuff up!! Although sometimes I wish I was!