Beauty School {Dropout}

Emory is fascinated by makeup right now.

Mostly she plays with her {fake} princess makeup. Always asking, “Mommy, don’t I look boo-fiel{beautiful}?”.

Every once in a while she gets to sit on my dresser as I’m putting my makeup on, and play with the real stuff.

She. Is. In. Heaven. But I’m pretty sure she’s not gonna be any kind of famous makeup artist.

Unless looking like you got punched in the eye becomes the trend. But even she knows she has no future in the makeup industry, as she told me as soon as she was done, “Mommy, can you wipe dis off? I can’t eat dinner wis Grandmama wis dis on!”.