When I was three or four I would often wait until my Mom was in the bathtub before I had to ask her important questions. One such evening, I knocked on her bathroom door and told her I had something important to talk to her about. Knowing how kids can say just about anything, my mom hesitated, got out of the tub put on a towel and reluctantly sat down to answer whatever my important question was. Apparently as I looked at her with very serious eyes, I told her I wanted to talk to her about makeup. I wanted to know everything about it. What it's for and how to wear it. She remembers this "very important" conversation as our first girly "makeup" talk. I barely remember this happening, but thanks to my mom and her calendaring, she can tell me the exact day I broached our first womanly conversation.