WITH SOME LIPSTICK.
Here she is in the bathtub.Events preceding an early bath, in play form:
R: ZZZZ.
C: ZZZZ.
R: Honey. Where's Zora?
C: ZZZZ!
Zora passes by bedroom door. Looks in. Walks toward box of cereal that is on the kitchen floor for some reason.
Z: Beebapo peez kay.
R: Oh. Do you want some cereal? Just a second. Honey. Hand me my glasses. You can't have that kind; that's Daddy's. You want some (Nature Happiness Brand O-rganic O's) O's?
Honey. Hand me my glasses.
C fumbles for glasses, hands them over to R. ...
R: OH MY GOD!
C: WHAT!
And... SCENE!
So not only did Zora try out her mother's favorite lipstick, she had to extract said lipstick from her mother's purse, which was on the table. The middle of the table. So she had to pull a chair out, climb on said chair, get onto the table, pull the bag down, get down herself...
Yes, we really dodged a bullet. She could have done anything! Thank goodness(???) she covered half of her face in lipstick.
Once her face was on she got a little hungry and tried for my Honey Nut Cheerios. She couldn't get them open. This was also on the kitchen table, though we found it on the floor-- next to a couple of packs of English muffins, both packages with torn plastic and smeared lipstick all over them.
The Cheerios:
At some point during or after the lipstick application she came in to pat our bedsheets, no doubt an homage to the art found in Chauvet Cave.
Which is done by a toddler covered in lipstick and which is done by our Paleolithic cousin?Just to erase the image of the the wild child drinking her own bathwater-- hopeless-- I've included a photo from just a few days prior, when her face was clear and all seemed right with the world...
In case you're wondering, it all came off fine. It even came out of her hair!
