This morning at breakfast . . . (I was dressed for the day but hadn't done my hair or makeup.)
Eliana: You do your face Mama?
Me: What do you mean? Do I need to do my face?
Eliana: Yeah. . . you face crazy.
Me: What?! My face is crazy?
Eliana: Yeah. You hair crazy. You face crazy.
Me: Hmmm. . . (here's where I give the short talk about how make up is something I do just for fun but ladies don't have to wear make up if they don't want to, beauty comes from the inside . . . etc. etc. . . and how she can wear make up when she is a grown up if she wants to.)
Eliana: I wear make up when I grown up? I be married?
Me: Oh you want to be married?
Eliana: Yeah. I be married and look at the man.
Me: Um. . . what?
Eliana: I be married and I look at the daddy-man.
Me: Well, I hope you get married one day, but you have to look for a man as nice as Daddy, who loves Jesus more than anything, k?
Eliana: Ok mama.