The Pink Marker

Haley, 4, came running in the kitchen this evening with a pink marker in her right hand and the cap in her left. She had been home from school for three hours. Her left arm was covered in fresh pink dots and circles.
"Mommy - we had a special artist come to school today and do face painting and look what she did to my arm!"
"Um, Haley, are you telling me the truth? Cause you've kind of got the open marker in the same color in your hand."
"No! This just happens to match! The special artist did this at school!"
"Oh, wow, a special artist, how cool!"
"Yeah, mama, it was really cool!"
And she goes trapsing back to her playroom.
I told Felix about this at dinner.
"Daddy, Haley has a mystery that needs to be solved. She said she had an artist come to her school to do face painting, but her arm was clean when she left school and wasn't covered with pink dots until later on, when she ran into the kitchen with the magic marker in her hand."
"The face painter painted her arm and not her face? And it didn't show up till later? Oh, well, I think we should ask her teachers tomorrow morning," he said
"NO!" Haley yelled, "it's a secret! You can't tell them! We're not allowed to talk to the teachers about it!"
Meanwhile, Alexa, 13 months, sat in her high chair, tossing bits of food, her sippy cup, and the blocks Haley was using to build a tower, off the edge, one by one. She would watch them hit the ground, and say "uh-oh!"