Busted.

My children are always so sweet to point out (oh, wait, here, let me break out my flash...) when something needs to be dusted.

Believe me, it got a whole lot worse before I actually got the job done.

Taking the time to take a picture? No problem, of course I got that done.

But still, it's nice that they can make hand marks everywhere so it's plain to everyone that there's a film over all my surfaces.

I love that. Love it. Love them, love their fingerprints and smudges. No, ahem, really, I do.