Her guilt is written all over her face – in lipstick – but she still makes a getaway in the end.
Like any kid caught in the act, she can’t keep her story straight. One minute she’s saying it’s Chapstick she’s wearing, and the next she says it came from mommy’s makeup kit. And then, moments later, she’s saying she doesn’t care for the color. (That’s a strategic misstep when your interrogator happens to be the person who purchased that shade of lipstick.)
It’s clear that this little perpetrator needs a few lessons, if not in respecting mommy’s rules, then at least in picking an alibi and sticking to it. (A lesson in proper lipstick application probably couldn’t hurt, but let’s start at the beginning.)