Conversations with an Eleven year old.

Her: Mommie, these things on the edges of my feet are buggin me!

Me: things on the edge of your feet? What things?

Her: These THINGS!

Me: You mean TOES?!

Her: Oh yeah!

If you can't beat 'em, let them draw on you

Sometimes you have to pick your battles

although not pictured, Remedy had a hand in this too.

What can I say, it made them happy and gave me a few minutes of peace.

Who knows Calliope might be a tattoo artist someday.