The following conversation occurred between Sascha and I today after I found fresh "tattoos" on her arms and feet:
Me: Sascha, bring Mommy the marker you are using to write on yourself.
Sascha: Don't want to.
Me: Sascha Jane, bring Mommy the marker or you will get a spank for disobeying.
Sascha: Awwww right. (turns and walks a few steps, then comes back) Can't get marter.
Me: Why not?
Sascha: Cause it gone. It flied away.
Me: Sash, markers can't fly.
Sascha: Yeah, they can. It went outside and flied away.
FYI, creative lying gets you in a little less trouble around here. Not much, but a little.
6 hours ago