Evidence...

I believe the fingerprints on every wall, mirror, and window
in my house and car shout [very clearly] "I'm here!"...
I can hear Camden and Dylan's cute little voices
and laughter every time I erase a print with Windex.
I remind myself, as I'm in a constant state of scrubbing,
that there will come a time when I'll wipe the last one away
and it won't be replaced.

I had to capture this particular "shout" with my camera.
I knew who put it there. It was Dylan.
His little hand is still red from the marker...haha.

I called him over to ask him if the handprint belonged to him.
He carefully inspected it,
placing his pudgy fingers over it for comparison...

...and his conclusion was "I don't feel like it's mine."
HA!

I really hated to scrub this one away...