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Leo, completely oblivious to his mother's decision to come home and surprise him, was just finishing tying a pretty pink ribbon into his hair in front of the mirror. He blushed, smiling at his reflection; hair bows were so nice, but nobody wore them anymore except little girls. It was such a shame.
As he often was, Leo was tempted to experiment just a little with his mom's makeup, but he knew better than that. No makeup, no nails, not ever. Leo never wanted a careless clean-up to give him away and end his little moments forever. Leo had been able to play dress-up by himself the last two years or so by adhering to very careful rules to make sure he wouldn't get caught.
Unfortunately, Leo had gone without playing dress-up so long, he'd forgotten one of the more critical rules to playing was to make absolutely sure he'd closed the garage door before he went upstairs, so he could hear when a car was about to pull in.
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