So last night as I was putting Dovi to bed, we had a little chat. About my upcoming birthday (it's in April. I am old.)
"Mommy, how old you be on yo birdday?"
"How old do you think I'll be, Dovi?"
"No, D, a little older"
"No, D, you know how old I am"
"Oh, yeah. I so silly. You be tirdy-too"
"Yes, Dovs. What are you getting me for my birthday?"
"Hmmm. I get someting wif Abba. A gur ting"
"Dovi, what is a girl thing?"
Pauses. Thinks a little. Hmmms a little.
"I know, Mommy. Nood"
"You want to get me a snood for my birthday?"
"um hmm Mommy. Tat gur ting"
"Is anything else a girl thing, D?"
"yesh, Mommy. I ge you may-up." Gestures face.
"You want to get me makeup?"
"Anything ELSE, D?" (At this point I was seriously cracking up)
"hmmm. I know Mommy. I ge you aitel" (gestures to his head)
Oh dear. This now means that I need to explain hair covering to you all. I'm lazy. I'm copying the following text from Chabad. Go there for more info:
Jewish law requires married women to cover their hair when in public. Aside for the profound mystical reasons for this practice, it serves to safeguard the woman's privacy, creating a personal, sensual space reserved for her husband.
OK back to Dovi.
"You want to get me a new shaitel (wig) for my birthday?"
So there you have it.
Make Up, Wig, and a Snood. Nice.