I walk into the kitchen where she had halfway climbed the bar stool and with a sharpie started to write on some important papers I had laying on the counter top.
"Camille! No, no!" I scolded. Then I realized that she just wanted to draw and told her ask Momma for the crayons.
"I didn't do it Momma. Obi did it. No, no Obi! No draw on Mamma paper!" she scolded the poor dog.
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