What a riot--reminds me of when I was little. I went into the bathroom in the dark, pulled up the hamper and sat next to the bathroom sink. I took my mother's rouge and covered my face with it. She found me in there and had to try to get it off with cold cream. I vaguely remember sitting on the hamper--not sure how old I was, but I was young.
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4 comments:
Breyer and Shai look like twins! Looks like we all are trying to keep the little faces clean.
I think that's a rite of passage for 3 year olds! SO funny.
What a riot--reminds me of when I was little. I went into the bathroom in the dark, pulled up the hamper and sat next to the bathroom sink. I took my mother's rouge and covered my face with it. She found me in there and had to try to get it off with cold cream. I vaguely remember sitting on the hamper--not sure how old I was, but I was young.
Oh boy, that stuff can stain. Hope it didn't get anywhere else.
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