I'm not crazy. Honestly - I'm not. I'm pretty sure I'm not, at least. But I've been noticing something lately about myself. I sparkle. Not "glistening with sweat in the sunshine" sparkle. Legitimate, "it won't rub off, but there it is" sparkle. At first, I thought there must be sparkles in my Suave Aloe Vera body lotion, but... nope. There's not. And then I noticed yesterday that REAGAN sparkles, too, and I don't use that lotion on her, anyway. I could not figure it out! Quinn and Colby sparkle a little, but not nearly as much as Reagan and I. I did thorough skin checks to make sure.
I was racking my brain as to the cause of this phenomenon, and really couldn't come up with anything. Reagan suggested that our sparkles came from her gold sparkly shoes, but I don't recall rubbing her little size 8's against all of our skin. Quinn and Colby were equally stumped.
I made the mistake of mentioning this outloud in the presence of my husband. It went something like this:
"We all sparkle, Rob. It's not lotion, and it's not sweat. I think maybe the kids and I are magical." You know. Like the Cullens in Twilight - without the blood-lust.
"Yes, I sparkle. Everyone sparkles." No they don't. Not like this. I certainly know that I don't typically sparkle like this.
He did his snort, eye-roll, "I can't believe I have to explain this to you, dummy" look.
"It's SALT. From dried sweat. Salt is a crystal and glistens in the sun."
OH. Well then. Okay.
I'd really prefer to believe that I'm just magical, though.
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