I love my child, I love my child, I love my child....

Look what I found on my front door (and the adjoining wall, and a book, and some toys, and let's not forget the artist himself)...



And this is what the young culprit thinks of the whole thing...



Turns out it was only a dry-erase marker and it came off super easy, so I guess all is well. (Feel free to call me at the mental institution if you want to tell me how cute my child is.)