bad bad bad to do

As I am busy happily decorating Lion's (fabulous) birthday cake, Blue ran by with an orange crayon, saying, "Scuse me, Mommy! Scuse me!"

"Hold it!" I yelled, just as she was about to write on the kitchen wall with said orange crayon. "What are you doing?"

She froze, then led me into the dining/play room to show me this:

That's the before picture. Here's the after:


As she wiped the crayon off the wall she sang,

badbad badbad to do
badbad badbad to do
Bluebird is messy
badbad badbad to do

to the tune of "Happy Birthday."