busted

this is what happens when I leave the room to change a diaper.
Apparently she was using the theory "all the world is a canvas..." and exploring her inner artist.
sigh.
she hid when she heard me coming, which leads me to believe she knew crayons and walls are not suppose to mix.
She peeked out from behind the chair to gauge my reaction, and tossed that "smile and big eyed look" she often uses with others to get out of a sticky situation. It didn't work.
She spent a wee bit of her morning scrubbing her art off the wall, which made the rest of the kids jealous since they couldn't get in on the "fun" of scrubbing the wall. (It's never easy is it?)