The spacing in my family is really weird. I really only grew up with my one brother, and the others were all quite a bit older than us, so I grew up hearing stories about their childhoods. One of my particular favorites was when my parents found the word "Tobb" etched into their car (was it your car mom?). At the time my brother James was 7, my sister, Jennifer was 3 and my brother Todd was 2. James swears up and down to this day that it was Todd (er...Tobb) who did it. James also traced the bricks of my parents white home with black magic marker, he was a sneaky little devil.
But, now we have our own budding artist in our home. It seems that, though Gwen has never colored on walls or tables, etc. now that she can actually write something she will write on any surface available.
Like on our mouse pad.
She swears she didn't do it. Which is a shame, because I like the mouse pad ten thousand times more now that it has a stick figure little girl on it and a name written in someone's best handwriting. I think I owe the artist who did it a dollar or something. If I only knew...