"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."
Tess eats lip gloss. I don't know what Dr. King has to do with Tess's chapstick obsession, nevertheless they are two things that have been marinating in my head tonight. I'm not sure how to break Tess of her yucky habit, but I am sure that I'm personally funding the CEO of Bonnie Bell's next trip to Mazatlan. (That's just a guess. I don't know where the brains behind Lip Smackers vacation. If I made a grundle of money by selling a half a teaspoon of flavored wax for $2, I'd be on my way to Mexico.)
Anyway, I dug my new tube of strawberry vanilla Lip Smackers out of my purse this afternoon and that's what I found. Here's how desperate the situation was: after snapping the above photograph with my Droid phone (LISA) I re-molded the remaining gloss in the tube and used it. Motherhood is so glamorous.
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