Thursday, April 15, 2010

Okay, seriously. Who put the Jewish mother in my genepool?!

Ten minutes ago, I found this in my kitchen:



As I cleaned it up, Lily stood beside me crying.

"But my ART," she said. "You're ruining my ART!"

"You've ruined all my furniture," I said. "So we're even."

She cried louder. "But, Mommy! My art is my HEART."

"Your heart?!"

"My HEART. And you've BROKEN it!! You've shattered it into a MILLION PIECES."



Oh my lanta.

4 comments:

Audra said...

W
O
W.

Tersa said...

Nice!

My husband swears that when our kids have their own homes, we are going to go over and draw on everything and pull all of the books and DVDs off of the shelves as revenge! Hopefully we'll just be pretending to be senile!

Marty and Peggy said...

She's very good with colors.

Sarah said...

Ahhh, the broken heart. We get those a lot at our house, too. Girls are so dramatic.