Conversations

"Psssst. Hey, psssst."

"What...oh. I'm not supposed to talk to you."

"Why not?"

"Mom said you are trouble and to not talk to you."

"She did? Well, her and I just have misunderstandings. Say, that's a pretty color of purple you are coloring with. You know what? I think it would look great on the walls, really brighten the place up."

"Mama says not to color on the walls. She says she is sick and tired of scrubbing our messes up."

"Not your artwork, though. I've heard he say she LOVES your pictures! You should surprise her with a big one right here."

"Really? Hmmm. OKAY!"

"And when you finish with the wall, make sure you add some warpaint to yourself and your brothers. I know you guys have to leave the house in 15 minutes and all, but if artwork is good on paper, it's great anywhere!"

Sigh, yeah. Lord WTF corrupts the minds of the young at every possible moment. Walls will recover and I think the world is used to seeing my kids in Braveheart mode as to not even bat an eyelash when we pull up to the grocery store.