myra. make-up. mischief. |Boise photographer

I knew the warning signs. In the bathroom. Too long. Too quiet. Far too quiet.

And SHE knew the famiar warnings. mommy’s make-up. mess. time-out.

But when she emerged soooo proud of herself, not wearing anything but one brown shoe and grey EYESHADOW on and all around her mouth, i melted. pretty much. i was still a little chilly around the edges. still toying with some form of discipline as a possibility. then she brought out the big guns:

“mommy, will you take a picture of me? i look soooo pretty.”

i think its obvious how the encounter ended.