A Prep Course for Clown School

I always wished I could be one of those girls who never had to wear a stitch of make up; to wake up lovely and have perfect skin and toss my hair up in some pony tail-thing and look fabulous. No such luck. So as much as I hate to admit it to myself, my daughter, who of course will mimic anything I do, has taken great interest in my make up drawer. She happily squirts lotion on her hands, puts smudges of eye make up on her cheeks and paints her lips happy with pink lip gunk. Her lovely little face and perfect skin (framed by her matted, uncombed hair) disappear behind her clown mask of make-up. It's too funny to discourage, and lucky for me, when she's done she goes back to playing with her trains, destroying towers she's built, or reading books she's pulled out from every shelf in the room. Maybe there's hope for make-up less future yet!