My Convertible Life

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

A Portrait of the Artist as a Toddler

In case you were wondering, this is what happens when you leave Pippi with magic markers. She was unattended for about two minutes, and was extremely proud of herself. My husband fears this is only the beginning of her love of body ink. I was just grateful she colored her arms and not the new carpet.


  1. Oh my gosh - I have almost the exact same photo of my youngest except she used stamps!

  2. Ha ha--love that! We keep the Sharpies up on the highest shelf with the sharp knives (thus called the sharp box). Our boys would do more damage with the permanent markers than the knives!

  3. Oh no! I WISH my son had done that the other week. Instead, he colored the carpet with crayons (which I would not have thought possible with mere crayons).

  4. I ended up with a girl covered with tiger stripes anywhere she could reach plus whiskers. This won't be the last time she does the body art thing. I say, just let her get it out of her system. Welcome to the club!


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