Sunday, February 7, 2010

Time Out


Stealthy, this one. Like an animal hunting his prey, he waits for his moment...then pounces on the opportunity. It's almost like a race to see how much destruction he can manifest in that single moment before I catch him. Today, it was my newly upholstered chair that needed that special finishing touch that only this toddler could offer.


But why stop there, when the world is your canvas? Why not go for the table as well? Denial? Hardly. The evidence is all there.


But in his defense, how else is he to entertain himself when the snow outside is nearly up to his face?


1 comment:

  1. Oh dear! I had one of these artistic types too.