Yesterday afternoon I the horrible mistake of leaving the room for ten whole minutes, and came back to find fresh crayon cave paintings all down the hall. As soon as I caught him, he dropped the crayon, and slapped the wall, saying "aaaaaand DIED!" (He's watched The Croods a few too many times).
Anyway, I got out the trusty Magic Eraser and got to scrubbing. Took a bathroom break, and came out to find the little artist had picked up right where I'd left off!
Seriously, how could I have stayed mad? :)
Has anyone else had one of these "I should be mad" moments?