This cute little booger grabbed a marker and went to town.
I was FaceTime-ing with the parentals, when she rounded the corner with a huge grin on her face.
And then I went to her room after hearing screams of terror, because she was terrified of the ants crawling everywhere, seeming to multiply out of the carpet. Oh, did I mention that they were after spilled dr. pepper she snuck into her room at 10 o'clock last night?
You know the worst/funniest part? She tries to claim no role in any of it. It's always a 'ghost' that did it. Or these things happen on their own, "magic, like Harry Potter".
So, I'm thinking, no more Harry Potter marathons, and a more severe child proofing has got to happen. Again. Yeesh.