a tiger on a Sunday morning

When we woke up this morning Cristiana was sitting at her school table . . . drawing all over herself. Rod told her that she was not to do that anymore, as we were going to church and he did not want that all over her. Later in the morning, as Rod and I were downstairs, she comes down . . . growling . . . like a tiger. She had sat in front of a mirror and made tiger marks all over her body. We reprimanded her for not obeying, but then had to laugh because she did such a GOOD job of it all. Here she is with her tiger marks . . .