"Oooohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed in horror, "Oh NOOOOOOOO!" She pointed to a hot pink scribble on the baby's bassinet covering. I had seen it there earlier that week and suspected it's origin had to do with a curious toddler with easy access to the highlighters on Mommy's bedside table while Mommy pretended to (or actually did) sleep.
"Yes I see that," I responded while nodding, "what happened?"
"Ooooh nooooo," she continued while looking sad, "beebee draw."
"Oh?" I was interested in hearing more, "the baby drew that?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded solemnly, looking very disappointed with the hot pink stain, then sternly, "no no! beebee draw hand." She took Elaine's hand in order to show me how the baby had carried out such a dreadful deed, just in case I happened to doubt her story thus far.
Of course by this point I was trying not to laugh and I had to call Superman into the bedroom so he could hear the story as well.
Good grief, she's only two years old! What have we gotten ourselves into with this whole parenting thing?!?
- cue my mother cackling with glee*