her mother's daughter...

Yesterday Molly kept herself quietly occupied for a good twenty minutes or more by covering herself in (washable, thank heaven for washable) markers.



She removed every single cap from every single marker. Her hands and forearms were covered in blues, purples, greens, oranges and pinks. Her knees were scribbled to bits with violet and indigo. Her lips were a lovely shade of green. All this and not a speck, nary a smudge of ink, was left on the carpet, her brother's bed, the chair cushion or her outfit. It's as if the thought never even crossed her mind to color on anything except herself. Now in that respect, I don't know whose child she is because I know good and well I used to color on the walls and every other surface I could get to. The coloring all over herself? Now that's my girl. My sweet little creative soul. Can't wait to see what she'll cook up next time :).