Hannah is four years old. She has the sweetest little lisp. She likes to draw...on herself. So when she recently asked to use my permanent markers, I said no.
When she begged, I said no.
When she jumped around growling, "Please, please, please, please," I still said no.
But when she swore on the River Styx that she would take good care of them, I gave in.
*Confession is good for the soul--I know, because I do it every Monday*
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