After a visit to a local market on Mother’s day, little Miss Possum had the choice of a pony ride, a hot chocolate or her face painted. Guess which one she chose.
Since that day she’s been obsessed with face painting. It started with a dry paint brush, she’d paint my face with pretend paint and I would paint hers. I became a princess, tiger and ballerina over and over and over. No paint in my hair. No washing required. It was quite relaxing, until….
I bought her some face paint!
I wasn’t the only one who put my face on the line either. Daddy did too!
Putting my face on the line was worth it. I’m sure I’ll be doing it over and over again.
Would you put your face on the line?