Zoe was sitting at her little table, being so nice and quiet and focused while she colored last night. Mark and I didn’t want to rock the boat, so we just let her be while we cleaned up from dinner. We should have known better. Turns out she wasn’t coloring the paper.
Mark told her she was a Smurf.
I stuck her in the shower and immediately gave thanks to the brilliant minds who came up with washable markers. I didn’t even need soap. Blue water just washed down the drain. Being 2, the shower is just another place to play. Lord, she exhausts me and challenges me. But she’s funny. And cute. And she gives good hugs. So I think I’ll keep her.
Who knows what adventures today will bring.