...It Was the Fifth of May

Also known as Cinco de Mayo. Since the majority of my days are spent hanging out with people under the age of 7, I decided to do something fun to celebrate. Mainly this just meant that I would make Mexican food for dinner. Easy, quick, and cheap. Perfect way to celebrate a pseudo-holiday.

I decided to recruit my niece Tori to help me with dinner. Unfortunately I started to do my makeup while talking to her about this awesome Mexican meal. I say 'unfortunately' because I forgot that I absolutely cannot do my makeup in front of the kids without being offered some help. Usually, being the sucker that I am, I give in and let the girls do my makeup. So naturally Tori offers and I accept. She then precedes to do my makeup (which usually means eyeliner ends up anywhere except my eyes) while I tell her about Mexico and Cinco de Mayo. So she's in the middle of my makeover when she tells me that she's going to make me look like a Mexican. This peaks my interest so I let her go with it. Then we have the following conversation:

Tori: "Oooo- you are looking just like a Mexican. It's beautiful!"

Me: (Knowing that she's now putting eyeliner circles on my cheeks) "Oh I'm so glad."

Tori: "Well, I don't actually know what a Mexican looks like but I think you look like one now."

Me: "Huh- ok." (As she draws an eyeliner cross across my nose)

So- needless to say it was one of the more interesting "makeovers" I've had. Promptly after finishing with me she moved on to her sister, brother, and eventually Jenn (my sister-in-law). Yep- we all got "Mexican-ized" for our Cinco de Mayo feast.

What can I say- the kid's a nut.