I come home, I hug my children...

I set my things down. A small child grabs my hat and puts it on. I am reading a book to my older son when I hear the distinct sound of squeaking boots on a floor. I look up to see this:

Sadly, we were so distracted by the hilarity, that I never did get my purse put away. Big C went in, took a fairly new MAC lipstick out and painted himself with it. That was mommy's $15 mistake. Damn.