I should really just let the pictures in this post explain themselves, but I can’t. I can’t just sit back and let you all miss out on the fun that Greg and I had when this was discovered in the kids’ toy room today.
While we encourage the kids’ artistic side, we’re not quite sure how the toy room suddenly became a museum. And it was clear that the pictures were hung with precision, to cover up something.
Something like this.
The artist refused to name the work. The mother of the artist has a name for it, but we’ll leave that up to your imagination. The father of the artist just wanted it cleaned off now.
I asked the artist if he’d like to run to the store on my lunch break to get an eraser to clean the walls. “Yeah, I want to go to the store! The store is fun!” he exclaimed. That was before I asked him to go get his “jang-a-lang” coins from his piggy bank so we could pay for the eraser. Meltdown city.
Luckily for him, the artist’s father was already hot on the trail to get some paper towels as he found the artist’s marker, a washable one. It was time to learn a lesson and clean some walls.
For the most part, he did a good job. The walls are now clean and he’s learned that a cover up is not an answer to solve your problems. Now if only we could figure out what he used to hang the masterpiece…because he claims they “magically stuck” to the wall. Hmm.