The picture doesn't give the full effect by any stretch of the imagination. EG covered in black ball point pen ink. This is my story: I was at WalMart yesterday with all the kids. My mother-in-law was meeting me there to watch a few of them at the McDonald's so I could birthday present shop for Boop. I took EG with me (she can't tell secrets :) Anyway, as I was strolling up and down the toy department aisles she started to get fussy so I gave her an ink pen. It was the kind that you have to press the top to make the pen point come out. I figured I was safe. She is only 10 months. I had to call daddy about the price of something and I turned my back for a second. When I turned back around she was wielding the pen like such an old pro, such grace and style. Face covered in ink marks. I had to laugh (and tell daddy I needed to go!)She had it on her scalp, under her ear, on both sides of her face and on her neck. She looked like a little Indian with all those markings on her face. As I walked back through the store to find the rest of my family, we got many looks and just a few comments. One man even said "Scissors are next." I told him I had no doubt . . .
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