Lipstick

I left Emmie in the batchroom to finish washing her hands. When I came back to check on her, she nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped something on the floor. It was a tube of lipstick that she'd carefully applied to her little pucker. When she realized I wasn't mad, she smiled and said, "I look pretty, mama! I look pretty like Tinkerbell!"=) She did a surprisingly good job and didn't get it anywhere else but her face. She cried bitter tears when I had to wipe it off. I guess I better put my make-up away from now on!