One surprising thing about Avery is that he's very verbally affirming when it comes to my physical appearance. On those rare days when I slap on a little extra make-up and wear jewelry, he doesn't miss it. Better yet, he'll say, "You look really pretty." It's shocking really, because, as I've told you, he just doesn't say much.
A few weeks ago, we were both in the bathroom while I was waxing my eyebrows:
Avery: Why are you "ear"waxing your eyebrows?
Me: It's not earwax, honey.
Avery: Oh. Well, it looks good when you do it.
Simple. To the point. Affirming.
Yesterday, however, I looked repulsive as we both stood there looking in the mirror. My hair was frizzy. I was paler than usual.
Me: I look horrible.
Avery, pausing to take it all in: I think it might help if you wear a hat.
Simple. To the point. Honest. I had to laugh (and put on make-up and fix my hair...)