My husband and I decided to do something very stupid last Sunday. We took a nap at the same time. We decided to lock the girls in the "nursery" (my favorite little room in our house, complete with crib, toddler bed and a delightfully snoopy peep-hole in the door). It has a child door knob on the inside so we rationalized that they would stay put (knowing full well that our three year old knows her way around them). At several points during our two and a half hour nap we heard them, outside of their room where the little angels were supposedly napping like cherubic visions.
I stumbled out of our room to find the 20 month old sitting at the bottom of the stairs, stark naked....and yet, covered somehow. I had to look away to stiffle the giggles while my husband tried his darndest to maintain a stiff lip while disciplining the three year old. Abby was covered from head to toe and EVERYWHERE in-between with big, black, permanant, Sharpie marker. My eyes swept the room. The damage was actually quite minimal and I was extrememly pleased to find no marker on any walls. Abby had big circles drawn around her eyes and pictures on her forhead, including a tell-tale mark made by the artist herself--a large H on her forhead....one of the only letters Haley can draw. She had marked her prey. But it didn't end there. I laid Abby down to put on a diaper and found the marker so delicately encircling even her most private parts--down her crack and around her anus. I'm glad that I couldn't stop giggling. It may have saved Haley's life. Even a week later I found black marker on Abby's scalp while doing her hair. And I took a moment to reflect on the humorous antics of small children...and mourned the loss of my own naptime forever more.
