In what was an apparent total lack of judgement/common sense, I left Luke sitting on the counter in my bathroom last Friday as I was packing for my weekend away. He was brushing his teeth, so I ran to take some bags downstairs. I could hear him moving around up there and suddenly realized that Dave had razors sitting in a cup on the counter and I had better get back up there. I flew up the steps only to be greeted by this:
You're going to have to enlarge the pictures to get the full effect. Well, in my temporary loss of brainpower (see "Where Has it Gone?" post for clarification), I seem to have forgotten that I had given Luke a tube of lipstick to play with while I was putting on makeup. And yes, he still had that lipstick (sort of), and my sweet little angelic boy had decided to brush his teeth with said lipstick. What did I do, you might ask? Well, I told him to stay right there and ran and got my camera, of course.
He was so proud of himself and couldn't stop smiling and saying "Cheese". Guess he felt kind of beautiful with the makeup on... Check out that tootbrush, and notice the EMPTY lipstick tube (yep, he used the entire thing).
The toothbrush went straight into the trash.
Luckily, it was a light pink shade and not dark red... Did I mention there were streaks on the counter and pink handprints on the mirror??
Well, lesson learned, I suppose. Does this mean I won't ever do anything brainless like this again? Probably not...
On another note, I am happy to report that Luke has been sleeping great since he got his "big boy" bed. He's getting a new quilt, but it hasn't come in yet. I just love his room, although it is kind of strange not to have a crib in the house after using one continuously for the last four years. Just reminds me how quickly they are growing.