I Knew It!

I fucking knew it was just a matter of time before the missing crayon made its appearance.

This is the picture that greeted me this morning as I emerged from the shower; pretty nice, right? Please note that this is a distinct combination of missing crayon, permanent marker (used to write Mr. Little Man's name on his lunch) and eyeliner. When I busted him he had just found a paintbrush, so I had taken a little longer in the bathroom I'm sure I would have emerged to an entire mural.

The caption should read something like this, "As an artist I like to use readily available
materials. My influences are Cookie Monster, Thomas the Tank Engine and Blues Clues. This abstract piece really just allowed me to express my rage at my mother's refusal to allow me to eat Oreos for breakfast (and possibly for making me wear this sweater). I am a big fan of the Dadaists. "

What I am reading: Lots and lots of Dr. Suess as per Mr. Little Man's request (and maybe a Hemingway short story or 2 before bedtime).
What I am listening to: U2 (War)