It all started with a pencil.  A simple, little pencil.  We were making our begining of the year pages of "ourselves".  I weighed all the kids and next up was measuring their height.  I put them against the wall and made a tiny, itty bitty pencil mark above their heads.  BIG mistake.  Toddler B saw it and thought "OO, what a great idea!"  And he started drawing on my walls.  First it was pencil marks, then crayons, then colored pencils.  Princess C and N must of thought it looked like fun because they joined in the fun.  I had marks from one end of the house to the other, inside and out, top to bottom.  So I packed away all the marking instraments.  That didn't stop my clever little kid, oh no.  He pushed a chair over to my computer desk, climbed up, and grabbed a permanent marker out of the drawers. 

The good thing is, he colors in the same spots.  You can see the pencil marks and the permanent marker marks.  I was able to scrub it off, but with it came the paint. 

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(I hope I didn't blog about this already.  I have told the story so many times, I can't remember.)