So I can remember my Mom being totally frazzled when my sister and I were both living at home as teenagers. Now of course there were many many different circumstances that contributed to her constant frazzled state. One of which was the fact that she did not like us borrowing her stuff. It didn't matter what we wanted to borrow, hair brush, make-up, clothes (not that hers fit us - she is tiny!) shoes, whatever, she was very reluctant to share. Understandably so because she rarely got the item back and if she did it was most likely altered from the condition it was in before we 'borrowed' it. I remember my Aunt Gail giving my mom a locking makeup case one year and she was so excited that she did a happy dance and dangled her little key in front of Jenn and I absolutely giddy with glee that she was the only one who had access to her make-up. Now I know that one day I will get what is coming to me considering the fact Josh & I have been blessed with two beautiful darling baby girls who will one day morph into teenage girls. Need I say more? I just didn't expect that day to come soon. Kayli is three, that is clearly ten years before she is a teenager. I should have plenty of time to prepare myself for whats coming. Why then do I now already wish I could borrow my Mom's locking make-up case?
Needless to say my stash of makeup is mostly located in the trash now, along with several of my applicator brushes. After being a big girl and going potty all by herself she decided to 'paint' with my makeup all over herself and the potty. Of course she used potty water to help give her artwork that extra pizazz. My main objection with this is she didn't flush before starting her artwork. I'm going to go call my Mom and ask to borrow her locking make-up case for the next 16 years or so.
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