What? Is there something on my face?
This kid is going to be the death of me. There is marker on nearly every surface of my home. I can't figure out where she has squirreled away her stash of stolen Sharpies and Crayola markers. Every time I turn my back, I hear an evil giggle and this one is running around like a mad woman, scribbling on everything she can. When I catch her she runs (marker out), making a mad dash to spread her artwork where she can before I confiscate her weapon.
The other day, she painted her face and then tried to pass it off as if there was nothing different.
21 months old. Seriously.
