Distractions

I hate play dough. 

It makes a huge mess, and it smells.  I HATE the way play dough smells.  Only freaks and weirdos like the smell of play dough (cough, Dave, cough).

Princess got play dough from the treasure box for being "on green" (meaning she was well behaved) all  week.

She asked me every day for 5. days. straight. if she could play with her play dough.  I gave her every excuse in the book.  Then, I ran out of excuses.  So, in an effort to distract her, I did this:

Every time Princess asked me if she could play with the play dough, I would draw something new on her face.  It started with the flower and the heart on her cheeks, then moved up to her forehead with a butterfly.  I couldn't resist enhancing her "already there" unibrow (poor little girl is super hairy.  she gets it from me and from Dave.  double whammy.)  Then I gave her some eyelashes and a mustache.  I finished off my masterpiece with a chin face and a curly q nose. 

I know she doesn't look too thrilled in this picture, but trust me, most of the time she looked like this:

After each drawing she would run into the bathroom so she could look in the mirror and discover my newest creation. 

Then she would come back laughing and ask for her play dough.

The face art didn't distract her for long and when all was said and done, I put away my pen and gave her the play dough.

It made a mess and it smelled.  I may, or may not, have dry heaved.

I really, really hate play dough.



Cy and the Beast didn't want to be left out of the picture taking so here are their close-ups for your viewing pleasure:

Wouldn't allow any face art.

Wouldn't stay still for any face art.  But,oh my, look at those lashes!  Jealous?  I am!