Every time she’s allowed to color she ruins something.
Well, that’s not entirely accurate.
Anytime she’s allowed to color and I leave the room for a minute she ruins something.
Today it was our couch. With markers.
The saddest part was I left them coloring at the kitchen table so that I could go print out some stuff for a craft we were in the middle of. I mean, if you’re going to ruin my stuff at least be mad at me first!
Sierra is so funny about being all hyper and happy and talkative and then Brooklyn joins in the fun and starts screeching and laughing and being cuh-razy and Sierra suddenly feels the need to suck her thumb. I can relate, Sierra. I can relate.