Toddlers..who would have them?



Yes, this is my 18 month old caught in the act of trying to finish the picture he started this morning while I was out putting Ryley on the bus.
Yes, he doesn't care that I have caught him.
Yes, he will sneak back there when he thinks I'm not looking.
*Sigh*
Lucky it isn't in the new extensions part is all I can say!

Comments

  1. AlisonAugust 7, 2009 at 8:50 PM

    Is it texta??? I find texta comes off a lot easier than pencil or crayon. And yes, I am speaking from personal experience!

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  2. BarbaraAugust 7, 2009 at 11:08 PM

    Good to see that you're not stifling his creativity!

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  3. AnnaAugust 8, 2009 at 10:29 AM

    Yep it's texta, so it should come off! I have found his texta creations on his toys, in his toy box and on the fridge!
    Definately not stifling his creativity LOL!!

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2009 at 11:16 AM

    It really wasnt him Anna.lolIt must of been someone else.hehe
    He is far too cute to do anything like that.

    Julesxxx

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