Lookee me

Something really quick as I don’t have time tonight, but this shit is funny.

Baby: Mom? Mom? (Anyone with a toddler will tell you it’s too cute when they’re trying to sound like they’re older sibling)

Me (working on my project and not really looking): What, baby doll?

Baby: Mom, see?

I look and there’s my little ray of sunshine holding out her hands to me. Why? Because she wanted them washed because they were completely covered in lipstick. The little darling somehow got a hold of my purse (I suspect that my other darling was rummaging and didn’t put it back in the closet) and discovered the joys of “body paint”. Luckily for me and the carpet she somehow managed to contain the mess to herself and the coffee table.

Ah, the joys of parenting.

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