Genetically engineered to wear eye-makup

So the June Bug got hold of a Sharpie the other day.

We all know the dangers of Sharpies, in fact, I think some mother gave them that name, hoping to deter kids from using them because they’re “sharp”, like knives. It was a nice thought, but no banana.

So my little daughter comes up to the kitchen calling my name. She’s been quietly downstairs, playing with her brothers, leaving me peacefully alone. Yes, I should have known. (Actually, I think I did know but decided to chance the results because the “peacefully alone” part was so fantastic.)

I turn my head and what do you think I see? A little raccoon. She had used that Sharpie, not on the walls, or the couch, or her brothers, not on a book or the keyboard or some random important piece of paper, but on her eyes. My daughter had applied (rather successfully) eye liner.

Yes, she looked like a goth who’d been in a bar fight, but she was so proud of herself. You would think she’d learned to tie her shoe while playing the piano, she was so proud of herself. And let’s be honest, I was proud too. My baby…such a girl.

Here’s the part where I tell you that I couldn’t find the camera and I hate myself. Sob.