... pretending her crayon is lipstick, and I know she didn't learn this crap from me. I know I have lipstick somewhere in the house, but I'll be damned if I could tell you where it is. Maybe the desk drawer?
(I was spying on them through the sliding glass door while I was outside taking pictures for my Project 365 -- that's why there are weird shadows and strangle angles. Sorry about that.)
Still, though, even if she is getting her "how to be a girly-girl" lessons from her grandmother and not her mother, it's nice to know that no matter what, she's still my kid, you know?