A Girl After My Own Heart

Today, after dropping my son off at school, I stopped at the beauty salon to pick up some cosmetics. My daughter wanted to know what we were doing, so I told her enthusiastically, "We're going to one of your favorite places, the beauty salon!" This was an attempt to a) be playful (Miss does like hair-cuts and girly-girl stuff, so I thought that saying "beauty salon" might perk her interest), and b) employ "Mom Psychology" in order to head off any future objections to this errand by making it seem "fun." I then asked her for the hell of it, "Is this one of your favorite places?" After pausing a moment to give it some thought, she very seriously asked, "Does it have food?"