Friday, March 22, 2013
A Work of Art, A Rite of Passage
Strangely I'm not angry - well maybe a little exasperated (it was done while I was at work) - this is something I've actually been looking forward to. Having someone in the house to color on walls has been one of those things that just happens to Moms - like getting peed on on or thrown up on or smacked in the head with a toy.
It's a rite of passage.
Though I still really hope that we have good washable paint!
p.s. He made the masterpiece with his window crayons and markers, from the look of things he was coloring where he was supposed to and got carried away!