Art Lessons

Tonight, P and Dad were at a guitar fundraising concert so I decided to take the girls out to the mall. We planned to ride the merry-go-round, eat ice cream and do a little shopping.

While we were in the changing rooms at GapKids, I looked down and noticed the back of N's hair had a slight reddish hue to it. Since she had stitches in the exact same place a few months ago, I suddenly panicked.

I turned to C and said, "Oh no! N's hair! What happened?! It has red in it!"

She replied, "Ooohhh, yeeaah. That's marker."

I calmed down and asked, "Marker? How do you know that it's marker?"

She said very plainly, "Because I colored on her head with a red marker today."

Oh. Of course. Why didn't I think of that.