Troy came downstairs on Tuesday. "Um, Mom? Um, Ivy, um..."
WHAT was all over his face? I quickly figured it out.
I asked, "Troy, why did you get into my makeup?"
Troy's reply: "But, it wasn't me, it was Ivy!"
This is what I found:
(Forgive my lousy picture; I didn't realize that there was a fingerprint on my lens. Though I should know better by now-there's always a fingerprint on my lens.)
Ivy would make a good warrior. She's even the one that decorated Troy. Oh, and my toilet lid.
And I immediately went out and bought new mascara. Because eewww.