Busted!

I really thought I might make it through the adventure of motherhood without having a child color their face with a marker.  I thought I was going to get off scott-free and never have a photo like this to enjoy 20 years from now:

However, as you can see, today was that special day in my life.   As I was putting a log on the fire, I hear little footsteps come around the corner.  I turned to look and there she was…a bit unsure and perhaps nervous about my reaction.  I tried not to laugh!  Honest!  But those big gorgeous eyes staring up at me and that scribble on her forehead…she was irresistible.  I laughed a bit as I invesigated.

There were two questions in my mind:

1) Was this  self-inflicted forehead art or was there a big brother to blame?

2) Was this a permanent marker or a washable one?

The answer to the first question lies in her expression in this picture:

“Guilty as charged, Mommy!  You knew purple was my favorite color!!”

Answer to question 2, you ask?  It was a dry erase marker that I found uncapped on the breakfast room floor.  The good news:  it washes right off with a bit of water.

Consider this mommy officially broken in to the world of forehead art.