My very guilty-looking daughter, clutching Mama's near-empty cream eyeshadow that was covered all. over. her.
I'm pretty sure from the look of her face that she'd eaten about half of it, and the other half was squished in her little hands and painted all over her shirt and pants.
Yep, you got a little somethin' on ya there, kiddo:
Lucky for me, she didn't stop there. She bent right over and smeared some good hand prints on the tile:
And geez louise is cream eyeshadow greasy and messy (when not on the eyelids, naturally):
You feel a little sick there, do ya, nugget? I would, too, if I'd consumed all that:
So tomorrow, when I've blocked all this out (along with the yucky, time-consuming, scrub-inducing cleanup) and I'm wondering why Chica has a little extra nude/pink tinted glow, will somebody clue me in, por favor?
Thankyouverymuch.
R.I.P., my brand-spanking new, Benefit eye cream.
P.S. Shout out to the hubby, who took one look at his frazzled, hormonal wifey and helped her out by de-shimmering Chica's bath toys with a toothbrush and some elbow grease while I scrubbed floors and tubs and clothes.
(And yes, "de-shimmering Chica's bath toys" is yet another phrase I never thought I'd use.)
Every day's an adventure, peeps :)
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