Pint-sized Picasso

Isn't there an ancient Chinese proverb that says, "Beware the child wielding soap crayons?" Well, if not then there should be. Being as Margie Grace serves as our first foray into parenthood, Neil and I have no prior experience with soap crayons. These particular crayons came with a bath toy given to MG by her Uncle Tim (see previous post). They looked like fun and seemed harmless, but I'm sensing Uncle Tim knew more than we did when picking out this toy and now the joke's on us. You see, a white-tiled tub/shower with white grout plus three vibrant colored soap crayons in the hands of a creative-minded toddler (who told us while she was creating the masterpiece that she was writing her "name on the shower") equals hours of scrubbing for mom and dad. Yeah, they're made of soap but still quite tricky to get clean. When we first offered the crayons to her in the bathtub, Margie Grace thought they were the greatest things ever and she's left her mark on every square inch of that tub! For the most part, the hall bathtub is now accented with bright blue, green and orange -- we call it an "MG original." We're going to let her keep them because, thank goodness, soap melts eventually! And then maybe we'll take a break from the tub crayons . . . either that or I need a year's supply of Scubbing Bubbles, stat!