Terrifying

Today my no-nonsense Mary went to a birthday party which involved going to a beauty school for an updo. Before she left, she insisted that she didn't want to get her hair done, since she prefers it tied back in a simple ponytail every day. As I said, no nonsense.

So imagine my surprise when she returned from the festivities looking more than Jon Benet Ramsey than my own daughter. With a gorgeous updo and, gasp, a bit of blush and eyeshadow.

Of course, she had a wonderful time with her sweet friends, and that's what is most important. At least, that is what I'm telling myself when I catch a glimpse of her all dolled up. Flash forward ten years, and I'm not just terrified, I'm petrified.