...put on a little makeup, makeup/make sure they get your good side, good side...
Intent, she peers into my face, examining it minutely.
"Here, Mama. I think you need some of this."
She hands me a lipstick.
Really? I thought the point of children was that they thought you were wonderful all the time.
Oh. Do I need brightening up?
"Well, you just look... you'll..."
I watch her struggle for some belated diplomacy.
"....you just look, um, you look more like yourself when you're wearing makeup."
Ah. Do I now.
Good to know.
(Goody Two-Shoes; Adam Ant)