...is what you get when you leave a 20 month old alone for 5 minutes while you go use the bathroom and change the laundry. I wish I had a picture of her face. She was so proud of her black sharpie artwork all over the white tile floor, stove door and her face.
I was more scared that it wouldn't come out than mad but I put on my 'you're dead meat' face (that I learned from my mother) so she knew I meant business and made her get on her hands and knees and scrub the floor until it came out! Not really, I cleaned it and she 'helped' and luckily it came out :)
But seriously, how could anyone ever be mad at this adorable yogurt-faced little beast?!
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