A face only Groucho could love!

About 2 minutes after I got Sarah dressed after her bath, Becca came downstairs to tell me that Sarah was in my bathroom. I knew that meant nothing good was happening, so I raced up the stairs to find my daughter looking like a junior Groucho Marx with some seriously cool eyebrows and facial hair.



She was very worried about her punishment (thus the great facial expression) but I told her that her punishment would just be to get her picture taken. Perhaps that isn't a very bad punishment for her right now, but I have a feeling that during the dating years she might wish that I had just given her a time-out.