Yesterday I changed about a million soiled diapers from my two-year-old. No doubt, correlating to her snack yesterday. While washing my one washable hand afterwards (all two minutes) the same:

She found a highlighter in my boxed up house. (Note: I can't even find a pen after looking for a half hour two days before.)

She left a lasting impression on five walls and two doors.

Awesome.

 

Feeling incredibly grateful that I have NOT painted those walls yet I celebrated my way to the magic eraser and began the magic. Upon re-wetting it in the bathroom I found this gem:

OK, so much for not being on the non-painted walls. The little turkey.

Next time, I'll just ask her to get me a pen.