…she’s a kitty.”

Said Drew after I discovered Brinley’s face and jammies covered in marker.

I told them they could color for a while before bedtime. It was quiet, very quiet. That’s not abnormal though, they are pretty serious when it comes to coloring. I thought nothing of it until it was time to brush teeth. Then I heard whispering. Lots of whispering…

Busted! (let just ignore the green tinted hair and mismatched jammies, mmmm kay!?)

Oh wait, she is taking pictures. I can’t be in that much trouble? Or am I?

Now she is laughing, I’m too afraid to make eye contact though…psycho kitty!

While she is in a good mood I may as well ham it up. Time to scratch and growl.

I didn’t get any pictures of Drew, I was having too much fun torturing Brinley with my poker face. He was sweating it for a few minutes though. The markers were washable and came right out of the jammies. Brinley’s face didn’t fair as well. She went to ballet class the next afternoon looking like a kitty. meow!