That's not a lady... that's my Mommy!

Landon was getting kids ready for bed.

I was doing the dishes, starting a load of laundry, taking out the garbage, putting away groceries, cleaning out the fridge, making lunches for tomorrow, and prepping tomorrow's dinner (I'm just being funny. I actually haven't prepped dinner for tomorrow).

Landon was looking for a hairbrush; I ran one upstairs. I stopped down for kisses from my babies.

When I looked up...

Landon: What's all over your face?
Me: I don't know; what's all over my face?
Landon: It's black; is that mascara.
Me: No. I have no clue. I was cleaning kitchen; maybe something was charred?
Landon: go look in mirror
(yep, something black all over my face. No clue).
Me: Cora, it's all over your face, too! Where did you get it?
Landon: Cora, you got it from that lady.
Cora: That's not a lady... that's my Mommy!