My own beauty specialist

Today Mich said, "Mummy, I dreamed about you... what were you doing?". I had to remind him that he was the one who had the dream. But I was just wondering... how do you explain to a kid what a dream is?

About my personal beautician, well it's the one and only - Mich.

He likes to help me style my hair and he always notices when I change my hair style. I love the way he looks at me intently, his big pure eyes mastering every variation. Then he comments.

When I put on lip gloss he says, "I like you like that". I can't tell you how moved I was the first time he mentioned it, my heart skipped a beat and even with my skin tone I blushed.
There is something so powerful about comments that come from babes.

Earlier today he was pinching my cheeks when he said " you have a lot of face", yeah, I know I need to loose weight, I'm trying.

The classic one was when he told me "Mummy, breath in" while trying to push in my tummy. I mean, how bad can things get? ok so I know I have a "pot" but even when I "breath in" it's there ...I'm trying to work on that too.
When your four year old son (at the time he was still three) notices that eeh!, the bulge is a bit much, you know you gotta do something.

So evidently, the standards are high and I need to step up my game. I like the fact that the hints are innocent - they couldn't be more sincere.