So when our church hosted a Hoedown, (does that warrant a capital H? I'm not positive...feels like yes...) and that Hoedown had facepainting, Piper was adamant that she be transformed into a tiger. I, of course, was hoping for maybe a simple little star on her cheek...you know...something that could be removed with one baby wipe or less, but she was not budging. We discussed it while we waited in line, because I was worried she might like the theory of face painting more than she liked the actuality of it all. But she assured me she really really wanted to be a tiger. The heart wants what it wants I suppose.
She did have a little change of heart just before it was her turn, when I told her that being a tiger meant they were going to paint her whole face. She thought for a minute, and decided- "Not my eyes, mama. And not my tongue." Ok...we can work with that.
So she got her wish, and the eyes and the tongue stayed paint free. She was quite the sight to behold...definitely not my vision, but it was everything she hoped for. (I took a few pics while we were at the Hoedown, but when we got home she requested a slew of selfies, and asked to send them to people to show off her new look. I was worried we might not convince her to wash it off come bedtime.
I'm probably making too much of it all, I know facepaint isn't exactly a sign of a budding daredevil, but I was so proud of her for knowing what she wanted, and enduring something she may have been a little unsure about in order to get it. It's so fun to be her mama, watching her personality develop and change. She may always have a bit of a cautious side, or she may surprise us all and embrace her tiger spirit. But we'll love her either way. (Though Fin may be a teeny bit suspicious...)
Oh- and #costumeweekspooktacular bonus: Hoedown Bowdens. Next time...hats.