Makeup

I was making dinner for the missionaries. Darcy was napping and Brinkley was peacefully playing.
Maybe a little too peacefully.
Mommy beware when the children are quiet.
She came into the kitchen looking like she had leprosy.
She's all, "Mommy look. Makeup messy."
Ya think?
I tried to wipe it off. It kind of just smeared around and left a magical trail of glitter on her forehead.
That glittery goop made its way straight into the garbage can.