Don’t you love the word ‘ephemeral’?
It reminds me of “The Little Prince“.
I thought I’d show you the wearable but ephemeral art the female members of the family acquired at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. (The male member of the family has multiple examples of permanent wearable art so does not feel the need for henna, obviously.)
First, you saw mine already, startling one of the calves in the Miracle of Birth Center:
And here’s The Preteen’s:
And lastly, the Gothlet’s, which is fading fast, partly because she’s a good handwasher, but also I think it’s that young skin growing and renewing itself quickly:
A tiny dragon with character.
Lastly, the parenting gurus talk about logical consequences of actions, rather than arbitrary punishment.
So, the logical consequence of using your mother’s camera without permission while she’s out of the car?
The embarrassing picture you took of yourself ends up on the internet.
Makes sense to me.