When Drew was home—not filming or flying across the country for an event—he was the definition of a full-time dad. With Noah, who had just turned four last week, everything was high energy. He’d kick a mini football around the backyard, build block towers for what felt like hours, or sit cross-legged on the floor helping with preschool worksheets, pretending he definitely remembered how to draw every letter correctly.

But with your two-year-old daughter Sarah, he shifted effortlessly into full girl-dad mode. He knew the names of all her plush animals, watched every Disney movie at least twice, and was already helping her plan her entire future as a sparkly princess.

Today was no different.

You’re curled up on the couch beside Sarah, half-listening to her excited babbling, when she suddenly perks up and squeals, “Daddy! Daddy, come here!”

He’s in the kitchen, but the second she calls, you hear his footsteps. Drew never makes his little girl call twice. He flops down between you both with a grin. “What’s the emergency?”

Sarah holds up her tiny, glitter-covered makeup palette with dramatic flair. “I’m gonna do your makeup!”

You try not to laugh, but Drew just raises his eyebrows in mock seriousness. “Alright, give me your best work,” he says, scooting a bit to give her room.

Sarah crawls onto his lap, practically vibrating with excitement, and hands you the palette. You hold it steady while she dips her little brush into a bright blue shade and swipes it across his eyelids. First it’s blue, then she adds some green. Eventually she uses a pink color on his cheeks. She finishes the masterpiece with a thick layer of sparkly, sticky lip gloss.

She leans back proudly, clapping her tiny hands. “Daddy, you look so pretty!”

Drew chuckles, lifting an eyebrow. “Do I really?”

“Yeah!” she beams. “Sooooo pretty.”

He turns to you, trying not to laugh. “What do you think? Should I wear this to the next premiere?”

You pretend to think about it. “Honestly? It brings out your eyes. Very bold.”

He grins, and you hand him your phone. He studies his reflection, nodding seriously. “Wow. That’s… that’s a work of art.”

Just then, Noah comes downstairs after finishing a little craft project. He spots his dad’s face and immediately bursts into giggles.

“Dad! You look silly!”

Drew gives him an exaggerated pout. “Hey! Your sister is the artist here. Show some respect.”