Not Further Evidence

 The following are not further evidence of my poor mothering.  They are simply evidence of my idiocy.  Since an eyeshadow container had crumbled in my makeup box, I decided to empty the box of its contents, rinse the shimmery powder of each item, and stack them to dry on the side of my bathroom sink.  The makeup box itself needed something more intense, so I took it down to the kitchen sink so I could use a Brillo pad.  I got distracted on the telephone for a few minutes with a darling friend, and I neglected to remember the cardinal rule of toddler-watching.

Silence is ominous.

However, to show that my stupidity is balanced by my genius, let me present these pieces of evidence:

1) I only buy 93-cent lipstick.  So my financial loss was minimal.

2) I have trained Bella to raise her hands in the air and hold them there when she has made a mess and I am cleaning it up.  Therefore, although an entire tube of lipstick was used as a drawing utensil on her face and the toilet and the sink and everything on top of the toilet or sink, there were no lipstick-y handprints anywhere.  And her dress (a Hanna Andersson that I picked up on clearance and I LOVE) remained pristine.  

3) I took pictures first, laughed second, and cleaned up last.  Genius.