I a naughty boy.
Why are you naughty?
Color. Walls. Marker.
Uh oh.
...Rocket Ship.
This was Lucas' phone call to his Daddy today.
This is the new rocketship artwork that graces our wall.
and this is the moment where I ask,
Why would a child have a permanent marker? and Where is this child's Mother?
I was sick all afternoon. Sick because I let this happen! This madness occurred while I was coloring someone's hair. Ironic, hu?
So there you have it. Mother and Son, creatively coloring, simultaneously.
Somehow, I had a hard time punishing him. He was just doing what 2 year-olds do best. Explore, Create and Make Mommy Crazy.
This weekend's agenda was just changed to paint, paint.. .and paint.
This will be funny. Someday.
This actually reminds me of a story:
My older brother got into a bucket of paint while my Dad was mid-project. He placed his hands in the bucket, and one after another, stamped them all along the house. Ending where he saw his baby sister sitting on the patio, he picked up the bucket and proceeded to dump it on said sister's head. Yes, baby sister was me.
I guess we all have crazy stories.
Just hope that this is the worst of ours.
*crossing fingers*