Pretty in Pink

I may have mentioned once or twice or twenty times how Buzz likes to scale the kitchen counters. It’s not an exaggeration. This doesn’t just happen every now and then. No, he hones this skill on multiple occasions daily. If counter climbing was an Olympic sport, he’d be going for the gold. Usually in an attempt to obtain hidden Christmas figures in an overhead cabinet or a cereal box or to spill olive oil out of it’s bottle. That last one is fun to clean up, I might add.

He’s a daredevil, we’ve been known to explain. No matter how often or harsh I reprimand, he does it anyway. Any attention is good attention when you’re a 3 year old testing your boundaries, it seems. Still, the ebb and flow is aggravating and impossible.

Jedi never did this when he was Buzz’s age. I don’t recall Jedi trying to climb much of anything aside from a chair. To sit down. My kind of kid.

As such, it’s no surprise when I caught him on the kitchen counter yesterday morning. It’s also not much of a shock when I began to storm up to him upset and exasperated, my arms extended and ready to pry him down yet again. It was too early in the day and I wasn’t even fully awake yet.

Walking closer, however, I saw in his hand a tube of lip gloss that I had been hiding in plain sight on top of the microwave. Glancing back at me, he popped off the cap and began to draw a heavy circle along his mouth. Right as I reached him, he sat the tube carefully back in it’s not-so-discreet place. A soft pink sheen glistening in the morning light like a halo around his lips. And chin. And cheeks.

How can I be mad at that?

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