My teenage daughter came out of her room with glitter all over her face.
"Um, you look a little sparkly," I said.
She nodded. "Yeah. I was trying to get glitter on my eyelids, but I ended up spilling it all over the place."
"Oh," I said. "Was that glitter, makeup glitter?"
"No. It's the glitter you gave me."
I frowned. "You realize that was supposed to be for art projects, not makeup applications, don't you?"
She looked at me and grinned. "But Mom, my face is an art project!"