My Boy Is Prettier Than Your Boy

Hate to say it but its true. Will is a hit with people. When he puts on makeup he is magnified with prettiness.
I keep two tubes of lipstick in the car, one on each door. They come in handy. Today they came in especially handy. Often, I am a single mom in charge of two very pretty beings. One of those beings gets hungry a lot and is very vocal about it. She happened to lose her cool on our way to Costco in the pouring rain two days before Thanksgiving. The place was packed and thank my lucky stars I found a spot next to the cart return. I virtually refuse to park anywhere else but next to a cart return. So, knowing this would be a good 10-20 minute event I let Will get out of his car seat and play in the passenger seat. He was having a great time playing with buttons, starting the engine, moving and touching everything he could reach. Then, voila, he found my secret stash of passenger lipstick. He opens it, he rolls it up, he puts it on and he loves it. He tries to get me to try but I refuse, letting him know I already have some on. I am actually horrified at the idea of what I would look like after he was done with me. So he plays on, putting lipstick on his lips, rolling it up and down and then he tries to put it on the seat. I stop him there. I draw the line at putting it on the car. So what it may have lead in it, so what it may have animal products in it, so what it was most likely made in China, so what he is a boy putting on makeup? He is occupied and allowing me to feed his sister while cooped up in a small space. I take it from him. I put it away. He balls his pretty eyes out. He actually got more lipstick on the car during his crying. He was sobbing into center console, getting pretty lip marks and tears all over it. That's when I realize he isn't causing harm and I give him back a tube of my least favorite color. He lights right back up. He dries his pretty tears and resumes playing which was pretending the head rest was a phone.