One morning we had muffins for breakfast. Mollie kept saying, "poon, poon, poon." I finally handed her a fork. She jabbed it in her muffin and tried to eat it like a lollipop.
Putting on her makeup while I was putting on mine.
Three times last Wednesday, she drew on her closet doors, dresser, and bookshelf. First with a pencil, then with a purple crayon, then with a brown marker. I was thankful for the person that invented the Magic Eraser.
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