Hands Off My Lippie!

Last night, my eldest son Khym approached me while I was folding shirts.  He said that he's going to buy me a new lipstick when he grows up.  At the back of my head I was wondering, why would he even volunteer to buy me one? After a few seconds of being puzzled, I got the whole point.  Something was fishy.  I sprung to my makeup kit and saw this.

Lipstick broken and smeared. It's supposed to be a new, unused pink lipstick my mom gave me.  I didn't really mind at all but I was telling him that lipsticks are for girls and they are not markers or crayons even if they look like those things.  Khym's curiosity amazes me and at the same time annoys me when I'm in stress mode.  The curiosity issue went up the notch because of his new room.  So he's everywhere around the house looking for knick-knacks and other weird stuff to decorate his room with.  Today, he taped a toy starfish on his door.  I just let him be because finally, he agreed to sleep in the other room like big boys do.  For now, he's on the prowl for other fancy things.  The lipstick was a willing victim,I must say.  I think I'm going to hide my makeup somewhere else or I'm going to dare going out with a bare face and pale lips because those little hands are all over my personal belongings. Gulp!