I am wise enough not to have a copy of this book in my house, but somehow, I think my kids have memorized it. All three of my children who are old enough to use any type of writing utensil have successfully done so on all of my walls. Yesterday, I got on my sister-in-law's blog and saw that her children have similar propensities, so I am definitely blaming this fetish on Greg's side of the family (OK, so I might have a little bit of Harold in me, too). Well, I commented to Shannon that Sarah has recently been a wall artist, and thought to myself, "I'm glad I don't have to clean up crayon right now." Well, I still don't have any crayon to clean up, but Sarah took a red marker up to her room and I thought I would give a small sampling of what her room looks like.
In addition to these lovely pieces of art, she also colored on her dresser, pillows, and other three walls, but watch out world, I'm armed with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser!