It was quiet at the house. A little too quiet for living with five-year-old girl under the same roof. You decided to check what is she doing in her room but what surprised you, she wasn't there. You started to look for her in whole house but you couldn't find her anywhere.

The last place where you checked was bathroom and there she was. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by your cosmetics, which were opened and scattered. And what's worse, Jill's entire face and hands were smeared with various cosmetics, as if she was trying to put on makeup...