All the colours of the rainbow!

Yesterday, we heard an interesting sound.

Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.

We found J standing in the entranceway, several crayons in hand, making pretty lines on the wall.

Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.

We took the crayons away.

I turned around, and noted another spot where J had drawn on the wall in what appears to be ballpoint pen.

Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.

Very dark ballpoint pen. And lots of it.

Neither crayons nor ballpoint pen wash off with ease. Not even with toothpaste, my tried-and-true remedy for removing marks from walls.

Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.

I am pleased that we have to repaint anyway. Otherwise, that would be a shame.

We sat down in the living room. J played. And a few moments later, we heard:

ScritchScritchScritchScritchScritchScritch...

We ran over to the entranceway as fast as we could. But it was too late. Big blobs of beautiful crayon color were already on several new spots on the wall. I don't know where he keeps finding the crayons. But our entranceway walls are now lovely shades of green, purple, blue, and black, thanks to our budding young artist.

Thanks, J. That beige was tired.