Our Queen Of Drag


I’d woken up early, checked my emails and made myself a coffee before anyone in the house had even stirred. When I heard our alarm go off I popped the kettle on and went off to check on the kids, to see if any of them were up and I needed to start making porridge. I hadn’t even made it to the second bedroom before I was trying to get Tracey’s attention.

“Pssst,” I hissed into the kitchen from the bigger kids’ room. My wife had begun making herself a cup of coffee and was, it seemed, trying to ignore me. “Tracey! Come here. You’ve go to see this.”

Somewhat reluctantly, but with her interest piqued, Tracey left the nearly boiling kettle and slothed her way over to the doorway where I was grinning madly at her.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice a whisper in the same way dolphins are a colour.

“Shhh!” I warned her. “You don’t want to wake him up.”

I waved her to follow me into the bedroom, and pointed at our son’s sleeping face.

“Is he…?” she whispered.

“Yep,” I agreed, nodding.

“…is he…?”

“I think so.”

“….wearing lipstick?”

We looked at each other with nearly identical expressions, involving raised eyebrows and smirks.

And then we heard it.

A snicker. A rustle of sheets and blankets, followed by a giggle.

We looked up at the top bunk on the opposite wall where Miss10 sleeps. On the pillow where her head usually lay was a mass of white, padded material. I reached up and pulled back the doona, and Miss10 grinned down at us.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?” I asked her, pointing at her still sleeping brother.

“Maybe,” she chuckled.

It turns out Miss10 had woken even earlier than me this morning and, to wile away the time, had decided to slowly and carefully put lippy on her brother’s lips.

Proud? You have no idea. She gets more like her mother every day. And let’s just say Master9 may have slept through the application of makeup and all the talking in his bedroom, but he didn’t manage to sleep through all the high-fiving.

After her ninja like lippy attack, Miss10 is the ruling Queen of drag in this household 🙂


“Raising a family on little more than laughs

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