Yesterday Evan got into my makeup. Which really is a little more difficult than it sounds. Since we have a tiny bathroom, The Husband and I have one drawer each, and yes, I did take the biggest drawer; I have more stuff. But I couldn’t fit the makeup in the drawer too, which I don’t usually wear but I have tons of eye shadow and body glitter, so I have it in one of those plastic makeup boxes all teen girls had to have in the 90s, and it’s on a shelf in the closet.
Evan pulled out the box and found a set of girl lipsticks featuring Strawberry Shortcake.
(Why I have Strawberry Shortcake lipsticks is a long story. Ok, here it goes. I’m cursed to have all lip balm I love be discontinued after a year or so of buying them, using them, and devoting my loyalty to them. Then it takes me months to find a replacement lip balm and the cycle begins again. In between such cycles, I fell in love with the Angel Cake Strawberry Shortcake lip balm, which tasted and smelled like having sugar on my lips. For a sugar addict such as myself, I was in heaven. But then I couldn’t find them anymore, so I bought the fake lipstick, which wasn’t right at all, so I put them up for when our friends’ daughters come over they could play with them. I’m obviously watching too much Phineas and Ferb and slowly becoming Dr. Doofenshmirtz with this kind of back story issue.)
Since he found the box during the end of rest time, where they may have gotten up from their naps but I place the boys in front of the TV to give them three full hours of rest and I three full hours of blogging, I didn’t realize what Evan was into, until he came to find me.
Evan: Mommy! Mommy! Look at me! Am I beautiful?
I turn around and found that Evan’s whole mouth was covered in pink.
Me: Maybe you should use the mirror to put it on.
Sean: Brother! Brother! Let me see!
Evan: See, Sean! Would you like some?
Evan took Sean to the bathroom and plied purple lipstick.
Sean: Mommy! Mommy! Do I look bootiful?
Me: Yes, you do.
Evan: How about me, Mommy?! Do I look beautiful?
Me: Yes, you do.
Evan: Mommy has two beautiful boys. Let’s go get more.
This carried on for a half an hour or so of smearing more lipstick on and running to ask me if they were beautiful.
And what was the first thing Evan did when he got up? Put on his lipstick, of course.
I’m completely fine with this.
As long as he doesn’t turn into that serial killer from Silence of the Lambs. That guy was creepy. And no one tell The Husband or he’ll torture me with his impression of “It puts the lotion on its skin.” God, that sends chills of my spine.