He went into the hall bathroom that separated the two bedrooms and lifted the lid. He yawned. He scratched his head and felt foreign objects in his hair. While he continued to aim the stream into the commode, he leaned to the left to look in the small mirror over the sink and almost had heart failure. He actually might have jumped and briefly missed the pot. Sean had little-girl "things" in his short hair-clips, bows, ponytail bands, jeweled bobby pins. And there was something else-he scraped off some Scotch Tape. His hair was too short so some of that stuff was taped on! But that was the least of it-he had a bright red Angelina Jolie mouth that went way out of the lines. Blue eyelids and pink cheeks. He looked like a clown. He zipped his pants. Then he wet a finger under the faucet and rubbed it over his eyelid. Nothing changed, except that he saw his fingernails were bright green. He washed his hands vigorously. Oh, God-he'd been tattooed in his sleep! He took the bar of soap to his lips; no amount of scrubbing helped. "Frannnnn-ciiiii!" he yelled. A moment later she tapped at the door and he jerked it open. She was casually drying her hands on a dish towel while he was scowling. "Magic marker, I think," she said, before he could ask the question. "Why?" he asked desperately, totally stunned. Franci shrugged. "She's not allowed to touch my makeup. And she thinks you look wonderful." Then she grinned. He stiffened and pursed his lips. "I'm pretty sure I'm out of uniform." She chuckled. "We'll think of something. Are you staying for dinner?" "I can't go out like this!" "Okay, let's try some fingernail polish remover on your green nails, have some dinner, and then I'll see what I can do about your, ah, makeup. Really, Sean, rule number one-never close your eyes on a three-year-old." *
( Robyn Carr )
[ Angel's Peak ]
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