Sara
I was having lunch at Carlucci's with a client, wondering how so much time could possibly have passed. Camilla was in fourth grade now. She seemed to be growing up so fast. It seemed like only yesterday that she had been an infant, snuggling in my arms.
Just the other day she had asked me if she could start wearing lipstick.
Lipstick!
Camilla claimed that other girls in her grade wore it, and she wanted to as well. I'd told her absolutely not, that she was too young. Then two days later I picked her up from school, and got a shock.
Two girls in her class were, in fact, wearing lipstick.
I felt terrible for not believing her. It wasn't as if Camilla had been untruthful with me in the past. I just couldn't imagine it being the case. Fourth graders wearing lipstick seemed insane to me. As far as I was concerned, they were still children. Maybe I had assumed she had been somehow mistaken about the whole thing.