Einstein

I had the following conversation this morning with Sariah:

S: Mom, are we going to church today?

Me: No, sweetie, not today.

S: Why, mom?

Me: Because dad's throwing up, James has a cold, and you have a cough.

S: And because you look like Einstein.

Me: *Chuckling* What?

S: Your eyebrows, mom. They have stitches, and you look like Einstein.

Me: I don't understand, sweetie. Can you show me what you're talking about?

S: Mom, look in the mirror. Your eyebrows have stitches.

Me: Oh! Those do look like stitches, don't they? Well, Sariah, I just need to trim and pluck my eyebrows. There's no stitches there. (The random hairs that needed to be removed, she thought were stitches!)

S: But you still look like Einstein.

Me: You mean Frankenstein?

S: Yeah, him! The stitchy monster!

Me: I see. Well, it must be time to trim my eyebrows then, huh?

(After a shower and a pluck...)

Me: How does this look?


Sariah: Much better, mom. Now, with a little mascara, you could be Einstein's wife!

NOTE: No makeup, even on a Sunday, after taking care of a sick husband and 2 sick children. At least I got a shower! And look - my hair is long enough to pull back into a pony tail!!