Sometimes, we think we told a great story, to throw everyone of the track.
They'll never figure out this lie.
Like when my oldest girl somehow came up with the idea to
"decorate" the bathroom with a marker.
The walls, the floor, the cabinet, the sink...
and the toilet was a dead giveaway.
I walked into the bathroom totally shocked.
Of course, my first response was, "Everyone come in here. Who did this?"
Everyone denied having anything to do with it.
I noticed the sink bowl was colored in.
I wasn't sure that Peyton could reach that high.
I turned around & saw the toilet seat.
And, I knew.
And, when I turned to Gillian to address the issue
(of coloring on the house & of lying)
I noticed the same brown marker color on her lip.
(After she took to heart what I had to say to her,
she shyly asked me if she could show me something...
"Do you see this guy I made here on the toilet, though?")
It reminds me of when Peyton was being potty trained over a year ago.
One day, when he was pretty much there, (You know, he "got it".)
I smelled something wrong in his pants.
I looked to see that he had indeed soiled his shorts.
I asked, "what happened here?"
He responded solemnly, "Gillian Blythe did it."
Update: The incident this afternoon, after I wrote this...
Gillian told me she was going to her room to play.
Apparently the game was cooking eggs.
There was raw egg all over the windowsill & floor below.