Somebody Discovered Mommy's Make-up

What is she doing behind the door?

So quiet

Mysterious

I have to take a peek

My little girl looking at the mirror

A brush

A puff

Pink powder on her cheeks

She quickly drops the case on the floor

She scurries
And hides

On top of the bed she flops

And then she looks at me once more

Blush on her eyes

Glitter on her face

I think she's discovered Mommy's make-up