Equal parts hilarious and terrifying.

Perhaps my favorite part of raising a child lies in the built-in front row seat to human development.  It's really super cool.

I mean, a minute squish of uncoordinated, oblivious newborn humanity (albeit a very darling, heaven-sent minute squish of uncoordinated, oblivious humanity) can typically become a walking, talking, bossing, joking, brilliant human being in a ridiculously brief matter of months.

And really, all of this is to say:  I was going through my phone the other day.

I downloaded a coloring book app which MAYBE I chose because I wanted something to keep Olivia occupied on mornings when she wakes up too early for my liking.  She comes and hangs out in bed with us for a little while, asks for my phone to do her coloring, and I close my eyes for a few stolen moments of peaceful oblivion.  Some days she really loves it and I get an extra half hour, forty five minutes if I'm really lucky, and that works for us.

I got curious and began to scroll through some of her creations recently.

It was fun to see a lot of appropriate colors populating the appropriate places (re: opening paragraphs).

But even more fun to see the inappropriate colors.  What could be better than a regal pink quail?

A black bone.

Purple fire and pink stars.

Green smoke.

What should have been yellow sand is made into an island of green grass.

More pink stars.

A lily pad with a flower which bears an unfortunate resemblance to chest hair.

And don't we all wish camels were pink?

His eyes are my favorite.

And there I was, scrolling through pictures, when I came across this guy:

Oh, hello, Black Unicorn of Doom.

And then I got a look at the next picture:

 There are no words.