Can't We Have Anything Nice?

Virginia appears in this photo more a victim than a perpetrator, yet she is the mastermind behind endless plots to destroy all of my belongings.  In the past two weeks, Virginia has lathered, painted, and smeared herself, her "friends" and my room with all of the following products:  one bottle of body lotion, one bottle of purple nail polish, two bottles of bath time body paint, one lipstick, and one compact of bronzer.  She has ruined make-up brushes, stuffed animals, clothing, bed linens, and now even my carpet.  She has been forever banished from my room. 

Here is a stained section of my cream carpet, which I found buried beneath piles of laundry.  She used Daniel's new beige work slacks to hide the evidence.  Now, not only the carpet but also his pants are ruined.   

Ella walked into the room as I discovered the stains and with wide eyes said, "Wow, mom, it's great that you love her so much." 

I asked Virginia why she would get into my things.  She replied, "Because I wanted to be bad."

Indeed, it is great that I love her so much.