I don't think Mom is going to get this post done...she keeps saying I wear her out. Whatever that means.
I like to color. I really like to use the "big colors", Mom calls them "markas". Clearly they are just "big colors", I don't see any reason to use flowery language.
Mom is also big on saying "only on paper". I think she means the big colors. But where is the fun in that? I like to experiment with different mediums. I love the way the colors are so vivid on my skin. See?

But then I discovered how effortlessly the big colors glide across the floor. OOOOooweeeeee!! See?
But then! Oh my! I discovered I can draw fruit! I call these Banana and Banana & Pear. Notice, I chose 2 different mediums. Freedom of Expression, I call it. Disobedience, Mom calls it. The way I see it, she should be glad I randomly picked a washable marker.

Here's my sister. She's so clean it scares me. She never colors herself, even when I encourage her to. Party pooper.
I ended Tot School with a bloody nose. Sometimes I just want to get out of bed, and I can hear Mom telling Sarah not to get out of bed unless she's bleeding. So, I'm just trying to stay ahead of the game.
I look real unhappy, don't I?
2 comments:
You really do have to thank the inventors of washable "big colors." I can remember the old memorable indelible colors...bet you can't!
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Papa
Sophie is too adorable! I love this story.
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