She forgot to be good

Here I am writing about Abbey again. I just spent an hour scrubbing purple Sharpie marker off my new (and previously gorgeous) dining room table. And then explaining to Abbey that I truly love her more than the table. I reminded her that I have often told her that Sharpie markers are off-limits (and bleach, and nail-polish, and and and....) and that obeying her parents trains her to obey God, which is important when you are a grown-up. And then I read her shirt. The one we gave her for her birthday last year. The one that says "Oops... I forgot to be good".

Someday, I will learn....