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—Shhh, don’t move, you’ll ruin the eyeliner.
—But I’ll be good from now on! I promise.
—You had your chance, sweetheart. Do you remember when I asked if you were going to be a good boy?
—(looking down) Yeah…
—And what did you say?
—That… I’d never be a good boy…
—Exactly. Well, if you won’t be a good boy… you’ll be a good girl!
(She blows gently on his freshly painted nails.)
—But Mom, this is ridiculous!
—Don’t move your hands until the polish dries.
—Forgive me!
—Calm down, Sophie. You look gorgeous. Now put on your heels, your date Peter is already waiting in the living room.
—Peter!?
—Yes. He brought flowers.
— But Mom, he always made fun of me at school!
—Well, now when he sees you looking so fabulous, the only thing he’ll want to do is take care of you. And probably kiss you. I won't blame him, you look gorgeous.
—Mom!!! I'm a man!
—Well... You don't look like one.
(She hands him a shiny little purse.)
—Here’s your purse, darling. I packed something that might be useful for you and Peter.
—(opening it) What!? A condom!!???
—Uh-huh. In case of...
—Moooom!
—No tantrums, doll, you’ll mess up your mascara. Smile—and remember: you're a beautiful doll.
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