"What are you doing, Mom," Selah asked.
"Putting on my makeup," I answered as I swept teal shadow over my lid and up to my temple. "I'm a princess."
"Stop, Mom, stop!" she complained. "You have to stop. You have to take that off."
"Why?" I asked. "I think it is pretty."
"But you won't be an Indian princess if you put too much on," she replied.
"I won't? What will I be?" I asked.
"A dragon!" she cried. "You'll be a dragon!"
