My Life Monday: Beauty is in the Eyelashes of the Beholder

A few weeks ago my 11-year-old granddaughter was visiting and we agreed to trade pedicures.

She judged my inventory of nail polish to be completely inadequate, so we made a quick trip to the store to pick up better (to an 11-year-old, anyway) colors.

The false eyelashes were right there beside the nail polish. While she was deciding between pink and red (we went with both), I picked up a set of eyelashes and considered them.

Kylie saw me checking them out. She took the box from my hand and put it back on the shelf.

"No, Grandma," she said. "If you don't have them, you just don't have them."

I love that kid.