Lord forbid I try to make myself look presentable.
Child thinks that sitting on my lap while I’m trying to do my make-up is helpful.
This is how it went:
Child: can I sit on your lap?
Me: not really…
*child sits on my lap*
Child: can I do your eyeshadow!?
Me:(internally) because bedraggled drag Queen isn’t the look I’m going for today. (externally) because it’s just for grown ups
Child: Oh. When I’m a grown up I’ll do make-up.
Me: I’m sure you will. I love you.
Child: I love Rodney (the dog)