January 17th, 2012
My mother has created a monster.
The women of my family have a feverish (and perhaps unhealthy) obsession with chapstick. My mom and her sisters all own zillions of sticks of lip-coating gunk and keep them stashed around the house, in their cars, in their purses, and under their pillows so that they are never more than a few inches away from a tube.
If you look carefully, you can actually see chapstick tube outlines permanently etched into the back pockets of my mother’s blue jeans.
Somewhere during one of their visits, my mom introduced Miss Mouse to chapstick and it was downhill from there. I am hit daily with a barrage of chapstick requests from my lip-smacking daughter. She smears it onto her lips with enthusiasm, then goes on to adorn her chin, cheeks, and little brother’s nose…