This morning J summoned me to the kitchen, "Mama, Mama, come see what I did!" I figured he'd built something. Oh, no - the little Picasso had colored a masterpiece. On the tile floor. With purple crayon. D'OH. He was so proud of himself, I couldn't be mad - I just laughed. I pointed out to him that we don't color on the floor or the wall, just on coloring books and paper. He told me, "But I LIKE coloring on the floor!"
He's too much. Thank goodness for the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.