Tuesday, October 8, 2013

She calls it lip ick. I call it disaster

I am not really sure where she got this 'need for cosmetics' genetics from...
It is not me.
I blame Grandma Anette and all the glitter.
She comes home at least once a week with something sparkly.
She's quite proud of it!
Occasionally I don't notice the disaster until it is too late.
Today was one of those too late days.
She was covered in shimmery gloss that was more similar to tar in texture.
I had to wipe her about 60 times to get it off her skin, face, and hair.
I spent about that long cleaning the carseat and the window.

But she surely looks pleased, so I can't complain too much.

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