I’m really nice. A couple times this weekend I even let Noah take a break from manual labor and have a bit of fun. See, I’m not one of those evil stepmothers; I let the boy do arts and crafts and make Christmas tree ornaments! Do you recall that scene in Cinderella where the family gets together and paints Popsicle sticks? Me neither, because it never happened! The stepmother was too evil!

And I discovered something very, very important about parenting: one of the main reasons people have kids is to play with glitter. Glitter! And teeny tiny buckets of paint! How did I not know about this great fun before?

I felt like a giant next to the tiny paint buckets

But even if I was evil, how could I possibly deny this face glitter? Impossible.

Did someone say glitter???