My Buddy

Remember that commercial from the 80s? I really wanted a My Buddy-- and don't even pretend that the stupid Kid Sister was nearly as cool. I never got either one. Now, though, I have my own little buddy! He hasn't figured out a lot of the boy-girl stuff, so he still does his face with me in the morning. I gave him my old compact which means that he doesn't ruin my good makeup or overload on blush. (He's got a pretty heavy hand.) Anyway, I'm going to miss doing my makeup with him when he outgrows it.