This is me getting my face painted at Epcot. I realize that I look like a fool, but my Little Princess thought that this was the best make-up job EVER and she got one to match.
I spent the entire rest of the day wondering why people were looking at me like I was crazy–then I’d catch a glimpse of myself in the shiny facades of the World of Tomorrow and remember that I looked like a Rainbow Pop had been smeared on my face.
My daughter’s reaction to her reflection was somewhat different–every time she got to see herself she would smile and preen and talk about how wonderful her glitter lipstick looked. There were lots of kids with their faces painted, but I only saw one other adult with hers done in the three days I spent inside the Walt Disney World parks. Even if she hadn’t had the face of a cat painted on her, I would have recognized a kindred spirit. She was the OTHER mom still smiling at the end of the very long day at Disney.
By embracing the silliness of childhood, the Magic Kingdom held a lot more magic and I certainly couldn’t take myself too seriously. I like being one of the kids every now and then.