I don't know what goes through this girl's head some days, but the other day I was downstairs in the living room, folding laundry, and I hear Morgan come down the stairs. She stands on the bottom step, and says: "mom, can I color my face?" I didn't even look up, and said "no, of course not" Then she asked me again. "Mom, can I color my face....please?" This time I looked up, to see this....
It was one of those times, when you have to literally bite your tongue, so as to keep from laughing at was is so obviously a less than ideal situation. Luckily for her, Ballet class photos aren't till next week, and I didn't have to take here out in public anytime soon. Also, thank goodness for those lovely washable markers.
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