On Sunday, C was coloring with markers while one of H's teen friends was at the table with her. It never occurred to me that the friend wasn't watching C until C turned up with colorful tattoos covering both hands and arms and the bottom of one foot.
We had a long instructional session about appropriate use of markers over soap and water.
Today she wanted to use the markers again, so she brought out the box while I sat with her at the table. She's trying very hard to be very good with them, and as proof of such, she's chatting casually with me.
"Momma, it's a beautiful day! It's a lovely day for using markers properly, isn't it?"