This morning when I got up and headed to the bathroom, I realized someone was spying on me. That is one lone googly eye in the corner of my bathroom. How does one end up with a googly eye on the bathroom floor. I have to say that I have know idea, but I suspect that it is a side effect of encouraging one's daughters to be creative artistic people.
On the other hand sometimes encouraging them to be creative has its pluses. This weekend I was treated to this lovely breakfast, made by none other than one of those lovely artistic daughters. Puff pancake and fresh strawberries. Yum! I guess I'll take the random eyes (and messes) around the house as long as I get yummy food too.