We repainted Leo's room this past week, and left a pencil in his room. Amy had stopped over to help me hang a few new pictures, and said, "Leo, why don't you give Daddy your pencil before you write on the wall."
Amy and Ivy headed home, and Jus and I hung the pictures. After we'd hung 2 we heard this strange scratching noise...
Upon investigation, we found our little Leo Picasso drawing on the hallway walls (yes, plural).
There are some beautiful pictures...He made a star perfectly. Oh, lucky us.
He was crying and feeling bad (mostly that we took the pencil away, if you ask me...). Jus took him into the living room, and had him say he was sorry. Two seconds later he was ready to play, and was looking for the pencil.
Oh, Leo Picasso...we love you, and your artwork!
1 comment:
Good thing he isn't much taller! He'd have hit the ceiling. Can't wait to check it out. Did he sign it? Increases the value you know--
love,
g'ma Jan
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