I came home from walking Katrina to school last week.
Spencer said: Richard had a pencil.
Me: Did you take it away?
Spencer: Yes, but he was coloring on the wall.
Me: What?
Okay he is 10 months old. I'm thinking it was one little line scribble. But NO, I was wrong and the proof is in the pudding (or photograph).
It just happens to be on the same wall I showed a picture of in my post My Little Picasso. A few days after the penciling graffiti, we got a confession from Picasso, concerning one very straight line around half her room in red crayon. Hmmmnnn, I'm thinking Richard had a master instructor. What do you think? I think I need to stock up on Magic Erasers.
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