Who slipped my kid 'shrooms?

Scene: Olivia at the dinner table, head tilted back, swaying gently and waving two capped washable markers in loose circles overhead

Me: "Olivia, what are you thinking about?"

Olivia, dreamily: "I'm painting the sky. Isn't it beauuuuuutiful, Mommy?"

No dancing bear bumper stickers have materialized on her BOB just yet, but I'll be keeping an eye out.