Back in October when he got his haircut at the incredibly overpriced kids salon, we were in the waiting area playing with the train table along with all the fancy families also waiting for their fancy overpriced haircuts. One grandma in particular there with her grandson was what one might call "handsome" except that she really laid it on thick with the makeup. I'm talking thick foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, blush, red lipstick, the works. The result was less than beautiful, but not quite scary.
Johnny stood and studied her face for just the longest time and I started getting kind of nervous wondering what was about to come of it. When he got his eyeful, he walked over to where I was standing, looked up at me and nodded his head very solemnly and just said "Glowm-upp lay-dees."