One of the last ones that we went to involved a juggler, and face painting, and far too much fun.
And Margaret ended up looking more like a geisha than I am strictly comfortable with.
Anyway, one of the things that she took away from that adventure was that she was going to have a facepainting booth at her birthday party (to which, in case you're wondering, she plans to invite everyone she knows).
I explained that hiring a face painter was expensive, and we had other things that we wanted to do with our money.
Margaret came up with a brilliant solution: "Mommy, you can learn to paint faces for my party!"
"But I am not very good at drawing, so I don't think that I would be all that good at face painting."
"No, Mommy, you are a good drawer*, so I know you will be able to facepaint."
I think that she still thinks it's going to happen. I guess over the next week and a half, we really need to work on dialing down those expectations.
*draw-er, I think, not drawer. I don't think that she thinks that I present bills for payment, or that I am a receptacle that slides into a piece of furniture. Of course, with Margaret, you never know.