When I hear, “Face painting Mommy!” I want to run, kiel over, pretend to have a heart attack.
It’s such a waste: the time waiting in line, the time your kid has to sit there, oh..and the cost.
Specially after a two-second look at themselves in the mirror…they rub their face, wipe their nose, bite any type of food or drink. Then that costly paint job turns into a Van Gogh abstract. (don’t know if he did abstracts, it just sounded better with his name.)
But on this day below….I caved. Not because I was convinced or prodded, but because the face painting was THAT good. AND I had my camera – a nice thing when you remember to take a photo – cause even if the kid messes it up…the memory is in the camera!
Bummer I can’t paint.
