Am I Going To Hell For This?

Sometimes I think I'm being such a wonderful mother. Shorty said last night that she wanted to paint today, so I said okay - we would paint after breakfast. I made breakfast and I got all her painting supplies ready. I'm so wonderful. A regular June Freakin' Cleaver, right? Wrong.

After painting my claim to fame monkey (the only thing I can halfway draw besides an elephant and a bee), I leave Maddie to painting, and I go into the other room to check my email. No emails. So I walk back into the room and this is what I find:

I have cropped this picture to protect the innocent. She reminds me of the blue Black Bart character mask you used to get from Dairy Queen years and years ago.