Well, I've birthed Picasso's spawn. I turn my head for one minute (ok, more like ten), and Hayden decides to "paint" with Mr. Rogers. We seem to have some issues in my house with ol' Fred. Monkey see, monkey do. Mr. Rogers creates a little masterpiece, Hayden makes a damn mess. My computer area and chair (might as well add 'ass' to that list since the damn chair was under Hayden's jurisdiction) are now orange.
On the positive side, my son created a memory that I won't soon forget.
Never a dull moment!
ReplyDeleteGinger, you can say that again!! I feel that if you can't be real when you write, it isn't appealing. I love reading this blog because it isn't all wonderful and happy so you bring it to reality. Thanks
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