Hebs particularly loves to write on the walls. Whenever I find him doing this, or discover the pictograms later, he has to wash the walls.
Today I found him standing by the front door. "I washing the walls, Momma!" he beamed.
Sure enough, in one hand he held a contraband pencil, and in the other he held a baby wipe. As I stood there, bemused, he scribbled on the wall, and then carefully rubbed the wipe over the drawing.
He runs me ragged, but he makes me smile. What more could the momma of a two-year-old want?
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