On the way to school the other day Abigail asked me how long it took me to learn to put mascara on in the car.
I told her that applying mascara while driving was a fine art that her mother had practiced a lot over the past 17 years.
I then added, to the sure relief of my reading mother in law, that even though the talent was quite handy, it was one that I hoped she would never try to learn.
Abigail said, “Why?”
LG quickly replied from his passenger seat, “Because, it’s scary, that’s why!”
Abigail said, “Oh, o.k. Mom, from now on when you put on mascara in the car, we are going to call it mascary.”