My sister and I never proved to be the eager subjects for my mom to practice her Mary Kay. She was probably a little bummed that we’d rather play in the dirt than get a make over. I’m happy to report that she just had to wait about 18 years for me to produce a willing subject. It’s just another example of why I’m starting to really believe my mom’s insistance that they are soul mates. Have fun, Grandma Anke!