Thank Goodness Halloween Comes But Once A Year
Never underestimate the resourcefulness of a two year old.
Halloween was Monday night, but visions of a pint sized pumpkin will linger much longer than that. My daughter was a pumpkin with passable face painting completed by yours truly. She went around the block with her daddy and got a grocery bag full of loot for her efforts. The makeup was on for less than two hours.
Apparently, sickly orange and black triangles on the eyes and nose are a good look for her because yesterday morning, she tried to recreate the magic herself - with permanant marker no less! The fact that she drew on herself is of little concern, call me a bad mother but I lost my will to care after removal of the zinc oxide diaper cream, lipstick, vaseline, tempera paint and body butter - materials she has utilized in the past in her zest for creative expression.
She's been rooting through my makeup draw since she could toddle so she probably has better application skills than I do. No, the fact that she found this marker that only days before I'd been looking for, in the linen closet on a shelf about six feet up is what has me concerned.
What was she doing in the linen closet? Refolding my whites? How'd she scale the shelf? How'd she even see the stinking marker? The fumes from the noxious ink usually make me high, how'd she manage to do her cheek and hand without passing out?
I suppose I should console myself with the thought that she is a genius - the thought process going into this little mission is awesome, but as mentioned earlier, I've lost the will...Lest you think I was lax in my vigilance, I wasn't idle; I was out stuffing garbage into stickered bags and putting out the recycling, at 8:00 a.m., in the rain, for about four minutes. That should have been an omen of the day to come. Ah, thank goodness Halloween comes but once a year.
Halloween was Monday night, but visions of a pint sized pumpkin will linger much longer than that. My daughter was a pumpkin with passable face painting completed by yours truly. She went around the block with her daddy and got a grocery bag full of loot for her efforts. The makeup was on for less than two hours.
Apparently, sickly orange and black triangles on the eyes and nose are a good look for her because yesterday morning, she tried to recreate the magic herself - with permanant marker no less! The fact that she drew on herself is of little concern, call me a bad mother but I lost my will to care after removal of the zinc oxide diaper cream, lipstick, vaseline, tempera paint and body butter - materials she has utilized in the past in her zest for creative expression.
She's been rooting through my makeup draw since she could toddle so she probably has better application skills than I do. No, the fact that she found this marker that only days before I'd been looking for, in the linen closet on a shelf about six feet up is what has me concerned.
What was she doing in the linen closet? Refolding my whites? How'd she scale the shelf? How'd she even see the stinking marker? The fumes from the noxious ink usually make me high, how'd she manage to do her cheek and hand without passing out?
I suppose I should console myself with the thought that she is a genius - the thought process going into this little mission is awesome, but as mentioned earlier, I've lost the will...Lest you think I was lax in my vigilance, I wasn't idle; I was out stuffing garbage into stickered bags and putting out the recycling, at 8:00 a.m., in the rain, for about four minutes. That should have been an omen of the day to come. Ah, thank goodness Halloween comes but once a year.
posted by SathMom at 7:11 AM
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