How Do I Look?

I had another moment of weakness and I let her play with the makeup again. Actually I was just hoping that this time she would use the rest of it and then it would be all gone.

Cayla: Mom, How do I look? *smile*

Me: Wow, that's lots of makeup!

Cayla: Do I look beautiful?

Me: You look something like that...

Cayla: MOM, I've looked in the mirror. I know I look ridiculous, and I was seeing if you were going to lie to me.

Me: I didn't lie, I said you "look something like that".

Cayla: Good that means you're a truther not a liar. Good job mom.

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On another note Tate's in trouble again. I threw away a piece of her artwork because I could tell that it was a bit torn. (that and she brings home like 10 pieces every day) I'd removed a small piece of red slobbered paper from Tate's fingers yesterday so I knew who the culprit was. She found it in the trash and then tried to blame me for tearing it. I told her that Tate tore it, and boy was she mad at him. Not so much because the project was torn, but because he'd turned her beautiful chicken into a Longhorn chicken. Now she's ready to throw it away again.