Don't tell daddy

Parker watches me get ready most mornings, and he always wants to play with my makeup.  I usually give him a clean powder brush & assume he can't get into too much trouble.  Today, I left him alone for two minutes while I tended to Cecily and found this when I got back:

 

 

I'm pretty sure he found my darkest eye liner.

 

Even after I washed his face, he still looked vaguely like a coal miner.

 

Not that this helps much, but that's actually marionberry, not lipstick on his mouth.