Like a Sharpie Mustache

You know those fabled camp pranks that you pull on innocent sleeping people?  Hand in a bowl of hot water, sharpied-on facial hair, shaving cream in hand and feather to the nose...you get the idea.  Our house is a bit like that.

Ruthless.

I've been a little tired lately and we've been out of coffee for two days.  This morning I sat down in the recliner to feed Thomas while Sophie and Elijah played with blocks at my feet.  A moment of blissful peace.  And I promptly fell asleep.

10 minutes later I awoke to this:

The good news?  Body cream makes a great hair conditioner and fabric softener, and our basement now smells like "Night Blooming Jasmine."