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!

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  1. I love this. When I was little, we had a smiley face on the hallway wall that my sister drew. I remember it being there for the longest time. I don't know if my parents even cleaned it off before we moved.

    Here is my moment

    P.S. Mr. Clean Magic Eraser has done the trick for me in similar situations. I swear by those things. They really are like magic.


  2. Ah! window crayons…why didn't they have those when my kids were little. I say you handled it way better than I did.
    My sons implement of choice was Red lipstick…on NON-washable paint. (and it happened during nap time! Mommy and 3 out of 4 children were sleeping…the son was expressing his creative abilities.
    First, I cried.
    Then I strapped all four kids in their car seats (yes, they were that small) and went to the local hardware store and bought the cheapest paint they had and got the whole wall painted before the hubby came home.
    What a day!
    p.s.They didn't have Mr. Clean Magic erasers either. I love those things!


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