Artist in Training

The toddler has a secret stash of crayons somewhere, I know she does.

This is the third time I've gone into her room after naptime and found crayon all over the walls. This time, she decorated her sheets as well.

Each time this has happened, I've taken every crayon I could find. Where is she getting them from?

I showed her the marks on the wall and sheets and told her that was a no-no.

"Sowwy, Mommy." She looked at me solemnly for a moment, then smiled brightly. Leaning over she planted a big kiss on my knee. "Better, Mommy, better?"

I'm so doomed.