Today, something happened that I wasn’t really expecting. When Boy came home from school, I fixed his lunch, then I sat down to play Jacksmith on MoFunZone. Meanwhile, Boy, bored, managed to get his hands on a paintbrush and the leftovers from the make-up session on Saturday and began to apply it to my right cheek. Needless to say, my usual reaction to this kind of thing would be to freak out. However, I felt inspired to calmly say “yes.” Children Boy’s age and with Boy’s difficulties hear “yes,” so infrequently, that it’s a real crime sometimes. In any case, I thought, there’s nothing he can do to my skin that won’t wash off.
“Do you want to paint my face?” I asked.
“Yeah!” said he.
“Bring me the make-up case,” I suggested.
He eagerly left and ran back with the case in his hands. I put my hair up and he smilingly began painting me. I helped when the paint ran out by digging out the tubes of paint and refilling the paint pallet I bought for that. I even took my shirt off so that he would have a larger “canvas” to work with. Anyway, we refilled that pallet no less than three times before I finally had to draw the line. It took a hot shower, soap and shampoo (some make-up got into my hair) to get all that paint off me. Then, because my face still felt greasy, I washed it again with Noxzema and cold water. My feeling, regarding the session, which looks horrendous, was that I was encouraging my son’s creative spirit.
Later, at Jak’s suggestion, we dug out a container of 5-Way Beef Mix and Jak made me some pizza dough. Then I divided the dough into eight balls, flattened them into six-inch rounds, pricked them with a fork and filled them with mix. Then I anointed the edges with egg wash (1 egg and a tbsp of oil) folded them over and sealed them with a fork. The results were brushed with more egg wash and baked in a 350 degree (Fahrenheit) oven for 20-25 minutes until they were golden brown. As you see, the results were actually quite lovely. The family’s reaction went something like this.
Jak: I always knew you could do it.
Princess: (muffled in crust) Moar!
Boy: (no comment. Too busy eating.)
Cimmorene: These turned out pretty good!
So, today has been a day of artistic adventure, whether it was the art of make-up or the culinary arts or even the art of parenting. All in all, an excellent day.