We also noticed she had two little marks of pen on her face. Ugh! Morons! We keep forgetting about the newfound wingspan the toddling child has. But then we searched the bag and her crib and couldn't find the pen.
So we buy the tree and the groceries and by this time the poor child is exhausted. We come home with the half-asleep baby in our arms, search the crib again for the missing pen, and put her down.
She is apparently a better detective than we are, as this is what we found when we got her an hour later:
"Mommy, I'm sooooorrrrryyyyy...."
"haHA!!! NO I'M NOT!!!!! I. AM. VICTORIOUS!"