Yesterday in class the Toddler played with markers, leading to a close encounter of the purple kind. It is moments like this that lead us to fully comprehend her habit of brushing her right hand back from her nose and around her ear, not caring which item is currently in that hand or what kind of mess will be created. This is the behavior that leads to a peanut butter facial every evening. This is the sort of thing.

I love my little girl, never more so than when she's doubled over with laughter. And if her nose is purple? So what? There's soap in the house. Or it will eventually wear off. She's two. This is a normal thing. So be it.