How.

I made face paint yesterday morning. We had some visitors come around just in time, and I had the kids line up.
“What would you like to be?” I asked my girl’s best friend, “A butterfly? A kitty?”
“POCAHONTAS!” She said.
I didn’t exactly have Pocahontas in my short file of Things I Can Paint on Faces, but I did my best. I have a darkish shade of mineral foundation on hand, so I brushed her face with that, added some stripes and dots and cat-eyeliner and glitter aaaand:

My daughter wanted the same fix.

As I worked on the girl, Pocahontas leaned in and whispered, “Now we will be sisters.”

And what would two beautiful Indian Princesses be without a fierce warrior to protect them? (Yes, this is his “mad” face):

Scary, right?

We took our three little Indians to the school cafeteria for the summer’s free lunch program, and what to our wondering eyes should appear but a Native American woman, serving the food. When she asked about the paint on their faces, I couldn’t lie.
“Well, they’re Indians. Couldn’t you tell?” I asked, jokingly. And -lucky for me -she giggled and giggled and giggled. Imagine if she’d been offended… but really. Could you be offended?