I'm not a morning person --Sofia is. When Sofia gets up in the morning, she usually comes in to my room and gets in bed with me. When she hears Marcelo wake up, she asks me if she can go in his room. Sofia climbs in his crib and they play with stuffed animals. After allowing her to do this for several months with no ill effects, I figured it was a pretty good idea allowing me to get up at my turtle pace that I do knowing that Marcelo won't be crying for me and they are both well entertained.
On this fine morning, there was much giggling and they both sounded like they were having a swell time. I opened the door (which is usually not closed) and walked in expecting to see them having such good brotherly and sisterly fun. Instead, I was met by this site --Marcelo's face (and sheets) painted with marker. When I asked Sofia why she had done this. She told me, "but Mommy, he told me he wanted to be Spiderman".
