Both of my kids have taken to wearing makeup lately, but the reasons seem to be different.
MGM (now 8) reported that he saw a character use makeup “to disguise himself as a phantom on Scooby Doo,” and now he wants to trick our babysitter.
Spoiler alert: I think she’ll still know it’s you, MGM.
Trixie (6) just loves to borrow anything that’s mine, which is why my lipsticks are all mysteriously smushed into their caps and a David Yurman bracelet went AWOL for over a year.
In general, I’m fine with all of this as long as it doesn’t negatively impact me.
But I was distressed to discover a brand new makeup brush that had been thoroughly destroyed by one dual kid session:
The bristles used to be completely white, people.
I underestimated the saturation of the residual blush and when I went to put my own makeup on, I ended up looking something like this:
I lamented the outcome to our babysitter and she was sweet enough to surprise my by cleaning the brush back to snowy perfection with some mild soap and warm water. Merci!
P.S. Made me laugh:
Anyone else spot the typo on the ee card? I will give you a hint: two!
Yep! I almost didn’t add it because of the spelling error but then reconsidered.