So I set Nathan up coloring last weekend while I went to put Vivian down for a nap. I heard him coming up the stairs and a slight scraping sound. Oh yes, there was a trail of "trucks" he had drawn all the way up the stairs and downstairs as well. He had hysterically chosen the purple crayon for this escapade. The best part is that while I know of Harold and the Purple Crayon, this is not a book we own or one that Nathan has ever read to my knowledge.
I had a really hard time being stern about the whole thing though we did have a serious conversation about what you should and should not color on. I was battling giggles pretty much the entire time. I'm really not cut out to be an adult about 80% of the time. Magic Erasers make it hard for me to take things seriously sometimes. He was just as happy to help me clean up the mess as he was to make it. Sigh.
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