Friday night on the way to eat out for Bart's Birthday, Thomas was pitching a fit!! I couldn't figure out what he wanted so I handed him one of my old mascaras ( as I have done many times to keep him quite). Chuck and I were talking and I never looked in the backseat until we pulled up to the resturant and I went to get him out. He had gotten the mascara opened and had painted his face good!!! Up his nose, in his mouth and all over his face. I busted out laughing. Guess I won't be giving him mascara anymore. Somehow he managed not to get it on the White Polo Shirt he was wearing.
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