More Mischief

This morning Mom and I were enjoying the last of the coffee; we knew that Bea was awake and that Elspeth was in her room, giggling with her. We took our sweet time.

This is what we did not know:
Elspeth, with the orange oil pastel, in the baby's room. Guilty. Oh, so guilty.

Performance art? Does the definition of an installation include lots and loads of clean-up?

Everybody and everything was painted. Each rail of the crib, each face of animal and child. Not even the two Meow-Meows escaped decoration.