No Allowed Signs

Liv's obsession for the past several months has been "No Allowed" signs.  You know the kind with the red circle with the slash through the center that lays down the law about what is to not be done at any given place.

She spots them on the grocery carts.  Picutres of toddlers standing in the cart with a no allowed sign plastered across the terrible scenario.  May I add that she is now quick to scold me for letting Jack do this for the sake of making it through a shopping trip....because of course, it's not allowed.

She sees them across cigarettes, which of course launches a discussion on public health.

She notices them on street signs, which of course has now qualified her to be a back seat driver.

Today, she took matters into her own hands and decided to use the good old sign to better her own life.  Make a statement.  Promote change.

This is what Bill found when he went to use the bathroom off of the kitchen:

Her own "No Allowed" sign.  A picture of the step stool in the bathroom with the notorious emblem strategically markered across.

You see, her pet peeve is when someone takes the stool out of the bathroom because she uses it to reach the bathroom sink to wash her hands.  Usually, it has been dragged into the living room to be a footrest for Camille under the piano bench.

So....the sign is the exclamation point.  "No taking the stool out of the bathroom anymore." 

And apparently, it seems to be working, as the step stool is in its  place.