The Devil Made Her Do It...

This afternoon, after I finished a huge craft project, I was sitting on the couch enjoying the feeling of having accomplished something when I saw Tess run out of the kitchen, with something in her hands, and then heard her door slam. Huh. That's weird. So I followed her and found her face down on her bed with her hands under her pillow. I asked her what she was hiding and she said nothing. Yeah right. I'm that stupid. So I pulled her hands out from under her pillow and went from zero to irate when I saw a handful of pins and beads that had been pulled off of the project I had just finished. She got grounded for the rest of the day.

Later, after Jared got home, she really laid it on about how picked on she was and how mean her mother had been to her. Jared went in her room, probably to tell her to can it since he agreed with me, and he noticed a pile of wallpaper butterflies that were no longer on the wall. What the heck?!

Her brilliant response? "I can't stop!"