Toddler Logic

I have just taken a postcard advertising a consignment sale off my Mama’s desk.  I then dragged my high chair into the kitchen, climbed into it, and demanded my coloring tools.  I then colored with pen all over the postcard, particularly on the two little clip-art angels on the top.

Then I burst into tears because the “girls” have pen on them.  I keep telling Mama to clean the girls, but since Mama does not possess the ability to remove ink from paper without special tools, I cry a little more.

So instead, I color with my pen all over my Buzz Lightyear eraser.