Don't be fooled by that sweet face. In that little brain of his, he has dreamed up plenty of mischief. Unfortunately for me today, the stars aligned (a.k.a. mommy was busy making lunch when he discovered a perfectly sharpened pencil and lots of empty wall space) and his dreams became reality. 100 ft of scribbled wall art later, he came to me so proud to show me his accomplishment. Oh how his excitement/giddyness was quickly erased (both literally and figuratively) in the ensuing freak out by me. Ugh, two broken hearts today. It is so hard to punish sometimes. Thank goodness for Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
4 comments:
He needs to take a page out of my book and blame it on Arick. Steve got punished for a lot of stuff that I did, life was good.
Yay Magic Eraser! How can you punish such a cutie face like that? :) I like that kiddo.
Since such a sweet innocent kid like Ty couldn't have done anything bad, it was definitely a stoke of a young Picasso-like genious!
Love,
Grandma
Robert did that when he was Ty's age, but with a permanent marker. He was so proud of himself, too!
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