I am a little behind in posting, so bear with me. Two days ago, I promise I was not paying attention to the girls for about 2 minutes while I was switching over a load of laundry. That's all it takes, you know. Well, in this short amount of time, Elizabeth somehow shimmies out of her clothes, finds a marker and draws on herself, according to Miss Emma. And no, Emma didn't have anything to do with this. Again, according to Miss Emma. I start the "that's naughty" discussion with Elizabeth, but on further inspection I realize that Emma's name is written across Elizabeth's chest. Hmm. Last time I checked, Elizabeth's idea of writing still looks just like scribbles. And that handwriting looks just like the way Emma writes her name. Coincidence? I think not. The good news was that the marker was Crayola and not sharpie. It did mostly come off on the first wash.