Make-up Like Mommy

Isabella always finds time to 'escape' and get herself into something. This is how our conversation went yesterday.
Me: Bella, go wash the brownie off your face.
IM: Aaahhhh, don't want to.
Me: Yes, go wash your face.
IM: UGH, okay...
Looooooong pause of silence... and a closed bathroom door.
Me: Isabella, are you done washing your face?
IM: 'silence'
Me: Bella, did you wash your face?
IM: Mmmm, hmmmm
Me: Are you done?
IM: 'silence'
I try to open the door and am met by a boobie trap of toliet paper rolls. And Isabella hids in the corner behind the door.
Me: What are you doing? Are you playing?
IM: YES, I put lipstick on.
Me: 'Hysterical laughing' Were you in mommy's makeup?
IM: Mmmmm, hmmmm
Me: What did you use to put on lipstick?
IM: 'shows me my mascara'
Me: Oh, that is mascara, it goes on your eyes.
IM: Oooooohhhh!

Never a dull moment!