“Makeup? What makeup, Momma? I didn’t see anything.”
Every day is bringing new discoveries for Nadi as his world grows larger and more exciting. However, being the focused explorer he is, he tends to go after one thing a day, chasing it till he has had his own good time with it, figuring it inside out and then he sets it aside as one of those mysteries of life solved and it is forgotten.
Today was the day of my compact powder. After a tedious chase through a cavernous bag, it was caught, tamed, used, abused, scraped at by his tiny persistent fingers, tasted, smelt, talked to, used as a weapon, a deafening device and then finally left for the dead after Nadi the saviour ensured that it had no possible use left and and thereby was not dangerous to his precious Mama.