Rulizow, as this is being written, is sitting at the kitchen table, bent over a bowl of hot water, a towel tented over her head. She is giving herself a facial. She read about it in a book about sleepovers.
We have tried to explain to her that nine-year-old girls don't need facials but to no avail.
Oh! She's gotten up! She's walked over to the folded futon in the living room. She's lying down.
She's putting cucumber slices on her eyes.
Baslow is speechless.