Darwin award?

For the gazillionth time I picked up the magazines and books off of the floor and rearranged them neatly on the coffee table. (I know, why do I even bother?) Then I noticed someone had written on the front of a book. As I started asking the girls who had been writing where they weren't supposed to, I turned the page - only to have the mystery solved. The inside cover showed that C had been practicing writing her name. Instead of remorse, C beamed with pride as she said "I wrote my name for you, Mommy!" Now who can be mad at that?