I used to have a face-painting kit and regularly appeared at
school and church fetes to depict spider man, a tiger, or butterflies on chubby
cheeks. Conversation-wise it was as
challenging as being a hairdresser,
“So, have you had a go on the tombola…? I see.
No I wouldn’t want old bubble-bath either. But you’ve had some sweets from the sweet
stall then? Lots of sweets. Lots of sugary sweets. Please do try to sit still for just a bit
longer.”
I’d have been very happy to continue face-painting – I thought
I did it well. But once my children
reached eleven and left primary school, nobody asked me again.
The thing I had not realised about this art-form is that it
is genetically determined.
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Yet just last weekend, I received solid proof that both of
the twins have inherited a talent for face-painting. 
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