"Look, Mama!" she said, smiling.
Upon examining the permanent markered page, my enthusiasm didn't quite match hers. "Taylor!" I half sighed... the other half was... frustrated (seeing we had just been through this a week ago), "You're not supposed to use marker--it gets on the counter."
Her smile didn't fade, it only broadened. "No! It's okay! I didn't color it on the counter. I colored it on the piano bench!" ...Oh, child.
Are you curious? I was. Yes. There is permanent marker on the piano bench. I can laugh about it now later.
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