Yesterday I was on the phone with the always fantastic Emily VanDerhule, thanking her for a fab hat that she gave me for Christmas. I was blathering to her on the phone while looking at myself in the mirror with said hat on. The point is, I had no idea where my 2 year old daughter was and I didn't really care. That happens sometimes. I'm so enjoying the moment of peace that I vow to myself that I'll deal with whatever mess she has gotten into later.

I hang up and call for her. She's in our bathroom and the door is shut. Trouble. I opend the door to find my make up scattered everywhere and little Hadley looking like a harlet. My immediate reaction was to gasp in horror. She looks scared. I survey the situation and while it looks like a blood bath, it is only one lipstick that she has ruined and smeared everywhere. It was a Clinique freebie anyway. Nothing of consequence. She didn't ruin any of the good stuff. So she says "Are you mad at me Mama and never ever going to be my friend forever?"

What?

I collapsed on the floor with her and hugged her telling her that I loved her and would always be her friend but just didn't want her ruining my make up. She thought about that for a minute and then said "Is Daddy mad at me and not going to be my friend forever?" I assured her he would still love her when he got home from work and would be her friend.

The whole thing floored me. It just seems like such a mature concept for a 2 year old to think about. I guess she could have gotten it from TV or School. I'm worried if girls start being bitchy at 2. Whew.