Makeup

I was home with the kids and Stephen became very quiet.

I called him and he walks out of our bathroom with my eye

shadow in hand and his forehead all painted.

Really looking and concentrating on what he is doing.

"How does it look?"

"I think I need a little more white."

"Looking good."

"What you think?"

"Is this the right brush?"

"All done; do you think they would believe I fell and hit my forehead?"

"Yeah, I think so."