The other night, in bed, MP decided to do a little drawing with a black marker. More specifically, she decided to draw on a Dora Valentine she received from Bobo.
At 9 p.m., she walked out of her room, and with an odd look on her face, handed me the card.
“Oh, look … you … colored Dora …”
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes now brimming with tears. “I was trying to make her look pretty.”
“But now it looks scary.”
“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t want it. Can you take it?”