A few weeks ago I turned around to find her lightly sweeping my make-up brush back and forth across her face. And now my make-up bag is her all-time favorite toy. She loves to take each piece out, examine it, taste it, put it in a pile, and then put it back. Her little cosmetic ritual has definitely been an inconvenience once or twice {example 1: I'm running 15 minutes late for work yet can't seem to pry my mascara out of a screaming baby girl's hand} {example 2: I'm lucky enough to snag a seat on the packed subway car and decide to put on some lipstick before I get to the city. I reach in my purse only to find my little make-up bag full of nothing but rice puffs} {example 3: In the middle of work I run to the bathroom to sweep on some blush. The brush, feeling weirdly wet against my face, leaves a sticky mess of blush mixed with baby slobber and chunks of banana smeared across my cheek. not fun.}, but I still let her play. I think I may have to sew her a play version one of these days.
