I received a letter recently from my daughter who is away at summer camp. I ripped open the envelope, yearning to see the sweet, youthful scrawl of my firstborn...what did I find?

No Hello Mother,
No Hello Father,
No Greetings from Camp Hiawatha.

Instead, I received an urgent request to send her make-up. Shipped overnight. ASAP.

I scanned the note a second time, desperate for an "I love you Mommy" or an "I miss you terribly". No such luck, just a desperate plea for cosmetics.

I don't even understand why a young girl would even need makeup at camp. Won't it sweat off? Shouldn't she be paddling in a canoe or something? I never had the slightest interest in applying makeup at camp when I was that age. Although I must admit, I was rather impressed with her detailed illustrations and descriptions of her must-have LashBlast mascara, blush and Sephora lipglosses. She even made sure to include some branding.

Her dire request was faintly reminiscent of letters I imagine were sent overseas during times of war. I'm surprised she didn't send the message in morse code or wire me a telegram:

NEED MAKE-UP. STOP. SHIP OVERNIGHT. STOP. SEND OR I SHALL DIE. STOP.

I think we need to monitor her time on Let's Talk Style.