Cecily is probably the most expensive doll in the history of toys, but that seems to be exactly what Colin thinks of her as. We always have to be on guard when he's around her. Yesterday he decided that either she was a good substitute for a coloring book or, more concerning, that she needed some tats. Either way she ended up covered in blue marker on her face and arms. Cecily was happy as a clam, at least. Today I found Colin laying on the floor using Cec as a footstool while he was watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Again, Cecily really didn't seem to care (surprisingly enough). I always thought that having an older brother would be awesome, I didn't realize it was actually a safety hazard.