The writing on the wall

Nathaniel was playing quietly yesterday morning, and I had a couple of things to take care of online before taking him to daycare.

Sounds easy enough, right? And it was.

Then I came home from work, and all seemed fine (Nathaniel running and yelling, Amanda preparing dinner for everyone (before anyone calls me a chauvinist, I always clear the table after dinner and straighten up the kitchen).

Anyway, it wasn't until about 20 minutes after dinner that I turned on a light in the living room and noticed the blue crayon scribbled all over the wall. I laughed about it and called Amanda over to see it ... and before she saw what I saw, she noticed more blue scribble on another wall.

Apparently, Nathaniel wasn't playing quietly in the morning so much as he was practicing his artwork. Lucky us!