Caroline went upstairs to the play room, like she often does. After a little while, I heard the speakerphone kick on and the phone ringing. An automated voice picked up and started talking. I ran as fast as I could to get there to hang up and lecture her about not touching the phone. Then I saw it. The Sharpie Incident. She had taken a blue sharpie (that I'd stupidly left out), and scrawled from one edge of the desk to the other. Writing on the phone. Writing on the desk top (all over it). Writing on a glass. Writing on the computer's mouse. Writing on the bag of pretzels left on the desk. Writing on the handle of a spoon. Writing on two of her favorite toys. Writing on every blessed thing there. And a lot of writing. Blue sharpie writing.
I said, "CAROLINE, WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"I did some writing, Mama. But it's ok, it's just pretend."
P.S. It all came off from the most important objects, thanks to Mr. Clean and his Magic Eraser. Two of her toys are kind of stained with blue, but it's just pretend.