Fun and Games

It all started with, Mama, can I use the face paint?

Rock star clown

Blue and black cat with a red scar across one eye.


The beauteous flower on my cheek, painted by our resident five-year-old, took around forty-five minutes and after this photo was taken, grew exponentially in size until it was down my neck to my chest and I announced that I needed to make dinner.

It was all fun and games until the green and blue didn't wash off very well. and it looked like I'd been beat up more than it did that I'd been ravaged by a face-painting rannygahoot. But if that's the price of priceless time with my kids, I'll pay it anytime. 


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