As her skills progressed, she moved on to actual art projects-
And eventually upgraded to markers-
And then, when she quit trying to draw mustaches on me (the one I've got is bad enough), we let her use a pen. With real ink. Like the kind that won't wash out.
Wouldn't you know it, she actually figured out what to do with it. At 3 1/2, she can write my name, her name, and just about anything else you're willing to spell for her (yes, I have resisted the urge to have her spell curse words...for now) -
You've come a long way, baby.
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