You just got back from work. “Honey???” You called…no answer. Your husband wasn’t in the room so you went to your daughters room. You creaked the door open and peeped. Your husband sat in the chair and he looked like a clown. Literally, “your daughter” then you glue the lashes on like this…” your daughter said, she has used markers to paint his face and now is trying to glue paper to his lashes. His eyes dart to you. Help.me..”he mouthed. You laughed giving him a thumbs up walking away slowly”