"So you painted yourself like a clown, and your brother like a dog?" she asks you. "Yes, it all just sort of happened. I didn't realize how good I was at face painting," you tell her. "Well, since you just discovered this new-found talent, could you make me into a tiger?" she asks. "Nothing too scary; make me a girly tiger, with a pink and purple face!" "Ok," you say. "I'll give it a try." You pull out the face paints again, hoping nothing too weird will happen this time. Dipping your brush in the paints, you mix up different shades of pink and purple and start applying the base coat to her face. "OOOO! That feels tingly!" Mom says. "I bet I'll make a GRRRRReat tiger!" "Just be careful," I say. "After I painted my brother, he started acting all weird. He even chased a squirrel across that field." "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about," she says. "He just got a little excited." You paint stripes across her face and neck, and add the nose and whiskers. Painting her lips a sparkly pink, you say, "All done! You are a tiger now." "Paint my arms like you did for you brother," she says. After painting her arms, you hand her the mirror. "Wow, I look really fierce! I feel really fierce! GRRRRR!" she says. "I hope this stuff washes off, I have a big presentation for work tomorrow." She grabs the paint tray. "What's this label say? Caution: paints are alcohol based and very long lasting. It may take up to 10 days before the paint can be removed!?!?!" she exclaims. "Well, I hope that's not true; I have some pretty good makeup remover. I doubt it will be any trouble to get off. Look, there's fine print too. 'Warning: paint may cause behavioral changes. Failure to remove paint after 24 hours may result in permanent behavioral and physical side effects.'" Where did you get this stuff?" she asks you. "I just found it in my pocket after I turned myself into a clown," I said. "It showed up like magic." "Well that is pretty strange," Mom said. "Maybe we should throw it in the trash, just to be safe. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your little sister, now would we?" "I guess you're right," I say reluctantly, throwing the paints into a nearby trash can. "It's getting dark, we should start heading home," Mom says. As we walk to the car people are staring at our faces. I start to wonder why, and then I realize that I am sporting a very bright clown face. The longer the paint was on, the less I was able to feel it on my face. In fact, it almost felt like it wasn't there at all. We got to the car and climbed in. "I sure hope this washes off," I say. Prom is this weekend. It'd be pretty crazy if I had to go the formal dressed as a clown!" "Well I'm sure that won't be an issue," Mom said. "I have some creative tricks to removing stubborn makeup."