This afternoon, I was sitting in the living room ordering a canvas print of this:
Also? She was shaking her sippy cup of milk onto her legs in an attempt to clean them. As you can see, I threw her right in the bath. I gave her a lecture about spilling milk and told her we don’t write on ourselves. I was mainly upset about the milk, because that could really make the house stink, whereas a little ink on her legs can easily be washed off.
Then I went back to her room to get the cup and noticed this: