Pre-teen Sid who was supposed to be getting ready for bed, crept back downstairs one night and nervously exclaimed "Mum, I have something to tell you." That's never good. She continues "Sometimes, I experiment with your makeup." At that point she steps in to the light and OMG it looks like she is auditioning for Kiss. "I put this on and I can't get it off." It turns out she had taken my navy-blue eyeliner and coloured in both eyelids with a heavy layer. When she had tried to remove it, she only succeeded in wiping it further down her face. "You're not mad, are you?" She asked nervously. No, I'm not mad, I'm too busy wondering how I'm going to get thick blue streaks off my new towels. Half a bottle of eye makeup remover and 63 cotton balls later, her face is starting to assume a near normal shade of flesh tone. Finally, she turns to me and says, "This is going in the blog, isn't it?" Damn right it is.
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