My Little Kitty Cat

My little artist was at it again. I guess she is going to be the artist in the family. You can tell by the crayola on my walls, the doodling on her brother, and now the whiskers on her face. I have no idea where she find the pens, markers and crayons. I thought I had them all very well hidden, but apparently she must have her own personal hidden stock. When ever she writes on anything she is not suppose to, she always says "bad bad bad." This time when I asked why she drew on her face, she simply said, "bad bad bad, I did a good job." "I'm a kitty cat."