He was aware his daughter being crazy was his fault. He probably approved a lot more than he needed to. He thought the swearing from a 2 year old was funny! And he never set rules, because why would he need rules?

But now he stood in the living room, jaw dropped. How exactly did you get ahold of a sharpie? And how did you draw on so much wall space in the 30 minutes he walked away to take a phone call about work?