A little young for lipstick?
We’d been cruising south toward Tacoma. Sophie was awake in her car seat but was strangely quiet. I turned around and—whoa! “Pull over! Pull over!” We stopped. Luna got to Sophie first. I grabbed the camera. Cars hurtled behind my back at highway speed.
[fa:p:id=166540782,j=r,s=s,l=p] Sophie’s lips and hands were a red, smeary mess! We’d given her a tube of lipstick to play with. Smart, huh? Well, the “active ingredient” was so far down that tube, I figured that she’d never get to it. How wrong I was. Get to it she did, maybe by twisting the tube.
“Do you think she swallowed any?” asked Luna. She cleaned baby’s hands with a towel.
I didn’t even want to think about that.
We buckled ourselves back in. Wow. A disaster averted. Checking the mirror, I merged into traffic and came up to speed.
I laughed. Luna started laughing, too. We couldn’t stop.