...than to write on the walls and the furniture. But today, with quiet glee, he pointed out his latest masterpiece, in red crayon, on the base of the mattress leaning up against the wall.
I kept my face serious when I saw it, though he was trying to get me to share in his giggles. I told him it was naughty, and he hid his face in his hands. So after a long lecture, I asked him where it was okay to write. "Doors," I think he said. "No," I answered, and asked him again. "Paper," he replied.
SO, he knows better, but he can't resist.
And I can't resist him.
ps- He did say "I'm sorry," when prompted.
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