Liv was feeling MUCH better today after, so we had some much needed Mommy-Daughter time today. Liv wanted to give me a makeover, which I worked hard to avoid. Usually makeovers involve her brushing my hair, which is oh so sweet, but oh so painful. So, after I turned her down for the makeover, she ran after me saying: "Mama, mama, I have something I need to tell you!"
"It's not a HAIR style, it's a FACE style," she says with the sweetest look on her face as she's doing a Vanna-style hand-flourish around her face.
Mama could not say no. So I got my make-up done by a 4 year old. And then she decided that she needed to put some on herself. I know I should have stopped her, but she was working so seriously and with such purpose.
And of course, once she was finished, I HAD to take a picture. This is fodder for a high school year-book full page ad I'm foreseeing, oh, about 14 years from now.