Today the girls wanted to play beauty shop, so I sat on the couch for 30 minutes while they 'made me up'. It was very relaxing, actually. I almost fell asleep once. But there are no pictures of my clown-like face. Then the older girl 'made up' the younger girl.
Then I said (to the older girl), "Do you want some make up on?"
She said yes.
On her way to get herself done, she turned and asked, "Is it okay if I make it scary?"
"Uh, sure," I said. I was more focused on getting dinner for the screaming baby than worrying about her choice of eyeshadow color.
The next 15 minutes passed in bizarre serenity. I think I was too happy they were playing nicely to be concerned about the quiet.
I should have been concerned.
Somehow I hadn't envisioned this when she asked about 'scary' makeup.