The Walls, Door frames, and TV screens

So I'm feeling a little consumed with filth. I'm on bedrest and not very good at it. I've found fingerprints where ever I seem to look. I'm trying my best not to get a bucket and lysol to take care of it. But that wouldn't be bedrest now would it?

All I can do is remind myself of this cute little poem I got for mother's Day a few years back.

Sometimes you get discouraged

Because I am so small

And always leave my fingerprints

On furniture and walls.

But every day I'm growing -

I'll be grown some day

And all those tiny hand prints

Will surely fade away.

So here's a little hand print

Just so you can recall

Exactly how my fingers looked

When I was very small

Maybe I should just leave them :)