"Do I look pretty now?" The annoying and talkative seven-year old on my lap asked while I was fumbling inside her make-up kit.
"Mmm-hmm," I gave her a smile before I took out a long rectangular case with the label Naked: Urban Decay. A frown escaped my face when I opened it and noticed that it wasn't a "little girl's make-up."
"Where'd you get this, sweetie?" I waved it in front of her face and she feigned surprise. She bulged her eyes like it would pop out of her sockets and gasped audibly before snatching it away from my hand. "I swear I don't know how it got there! Mom must've misplaced her eyeshadow!"
"Anak..." I sighed before pushing her curled hair towards her back. "Gusto mo bang magalit si Daddy sayo?"
Her forehead immediately creased after hearing me say a Tagalog sentence. Sh
