So... what do you do when your 2 year takes a marker pen and drawers on your white bookcase (okay, so they were only Ikea Billy bookcases... but the pen is BLACK and I ain't feeling in the mood to take a photo to "scrap it" ;)
But that is small fry compared to aftersun spilt and gently rubbed into my carpet... which when discovered was cleaned up - only to have a brown dyed streak come up after a few days (curse you lingering tan aftersun!!!!!!!)
The creme de la creme is crayon on my walls. I say walls (plural) as the little angel did not feel content to colour her bedroom, but painstakingly wandered around the entire house spreading sunshine. My reaction to the unfolding drama was light years away from a Disney Movie (you know the ones... where parents just joke, ruffle the hair of the offending child and chuckle aloud.)
I cannot remember my other offspring being quite so *artistic*. I have even downed my camera, for fear that she is doing it to create those dreaded scrapbook moments... ;) All that keeps me warm at night is the hope that she has talent which will eventually find its proper canvas... that and house insurance!!