Scratch and Sniff

This morning, while watching our favorite semi-spanish speaking little friend on television, BigM asked me to draw her a picture of Dora. Because I'm cool like that, I grabbed one of those super awesome gloves off BigM's hand and whipped up a picture of Dora. You wouldn't want to hang it in the Smithsonian or anything, but I was an art major for awhile in college so BigM could definitely tell who it was.

I left her to color in her new best friend and came back a few minutes later when she called out, "Hey Mama, want to see my picture?" Of course I do! (And by the way, she colored everywhere on the paper except on Dora, until I got there, that is.)

BigM: [drawing red lines on Dora's face] See dat? She has scratches on her face.
MM: Uh-oh, how did that happen?
BigM: She's sad. She got dose scratches right dere. See?
MM: I see that, how did she get those scratches on her face?
BigM: [rolling eyes, very exasperated with her mother, whose intelligence is obviously incredibly sub-par] I drew dem dere!