The other day I am sitting in my office working and I notice something… It’s quiet.

Normally people would not find anything wrong with that, but since it was just me and my two year old daughter Reese, quiet is usually a bad sign.

I yelled out, “Reese, what are you doing?” and she responded, “PLAYING”, but it was not just her telling me what she was doing, she said it in a way that meant, “nothing dad, leave me alone, don’t come in here.”

I got up, went to our room where she was playing, and found Reese sitting on our bed, completely covered from head to toe in Lindsay’s make up.

The make up that didn’t end up on her face was smeared all over our bed.

When I look at her and asked what she was doing, she pointed at our kitten Lola, and said, “Lola did it!”

A few days later, Reese was painting in the living room. It was really our mistake to leave her with her paint alone even for one second, but we did.

When we went and checked back we found Reese not painting her paper, not even painting the table that she was working. No, she was painting Lola.

I really hope Lola survives Reese, and quite frankly I hope we survive Reese.