we'd had face-paint in the house before, little pots with brushes and stuff, way too complicated, they ended up dry and forgotten at the back of a cupboard, but then this year, for her birthday, Isabelle got these pencils, which are fantastically user-friendly, and since then we've all been having a ball, with pirates, butterflies, tigers and other fantasmagoric creatures peopling our faces. as a rule, nobody bothers to remove their paint (with the exception of Marc, who sometimes has to go to work), so that pirates slowly fade away, and butterflies gently melt. unless, of course, they happen to be brutally dissolved in the bath.
sometimes, one is painted again before the previous paint has had time to disappear, so that fantasy is layered upon fantasy, and tigers turn into butterflies, pirates into mice. right now, Toini is asleep with just one pirate eyebrow left, an eyebrow that has resisted the assaults of time, bath-water, oatmeal, face-washing and snow. now that is the mark of a true pirate!
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