Peyton and Her Stool

Peyton. Peyton. Peyton. Oh how I love the number 4.  Turns out two out of three of my kids who have reached that number have chosen that year to be challenging children. Austen grew out of it and Peyton will too I presume.

Here is just a snapshot of what my 4 year old did recently while the babysitter was home and thought she was playing quietly in her room....little did she know! Note the red rimmed eyes from crying when she had to tell Tom and me what she had done. Now, I am not a fan of what she did but I was thinking this could be worse, she could have cut her hair!