Makaela and I went to a mommy/daughter make-up and hair rehearsal for her dance school. We went out and bought new make-up just for Makaela and did her up. She thought she looked so old and dolled up, she couldn't wait to show everyone. When Matt got in from work, she ran up and showed him and then told him she was going to her friend's house. Matt, being the overprotective father that he is, said, "You aren't leaving this house until you wipe that stuff off your face." Makaela disappeared and all was quiet until she came back into the room a while later looking like the Joker from Batman. She had tried to wipe off all the makeup (with my baby blue hand towels) but all that resulted was a smeared mess of lipstick and mascara. She was crying so hard, she could barely breathe. Matt had insulted her and she thought she had looked so lovely. She didn't understand why he was angry about it. I tried to have the talk with her about daddies not wanting their little girls to grow up, but she wasn't getting it. matt was looking at the make-up as a maturation/sexuality issue and Makaela just thought she looked like a ballerina. I basically just told her daddy didn't understand make-up and she accepted that. Matt, on the other hand, was horrified and felt like the worse dad ever and so we decided that mom will handle all the make-up/fashion issues from now on.
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| Her tap number "Everybody Wants to be a Cat" |
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| Her ballet number "Sing a Little Happy Tune" |
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