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.