The other night I was sitting at dinner and I recalled a very funny story from my childhood. When I was very young, maybe 5 or 6, I would go to a babysitter near my home. Her name was Betty. Betty kept her rouge and powder on the back of the toilet and it was in a clear case. For months I looked at that makeup and ignored it , but eventually I broke down. Every time I was in the bathroom I would apply what I thought was a very little amount.
No one seemed to have noticed until one day I was playing in the living room and Betty came out and asked me me, “Are you using my make up?” Apparently, I had forgot to put the cover back on the powder case. Obviously, I lied and said I had nothing to do with it. The other kids were all too small to have done it, but I didn’t budge from my denial.
Nothing more was said and the make up was then stored in the (out of reach) medicine cabinet.