Pen on Paper.
When I was really young I wanted to give myself a hair cut. So I took some scissors and chopped off a huge chunk right in front. I was really worried that my mom would find out and get mad, so I figured the best plan would be to dig a hole in the flower garden and bury the hair I had cut off. When my mom saw me later, she immediately recognized that I had done some self styling. In true 5-ish-year-old rationalization, I figured she had found the hair I had buried in the garden, because of course – that was the only evidence! I think my mom may have asked me to look in the mirror at that point.