My eldest son is a graphic designer, and I saw it coming when he was a little boy.

He loved to pick up his crayons to color and draw…on the blank slate in the hallway. Let me rephrase that…on the wall in the hallway. His imagination was always in full gear and that blank, white wall was too inviting. It became his canvas.

One day I walked down the hall and spotted it. “Not the place son, let’s wash it off.” After a lengthy scrubbing session,  warning and correction, I assumed he had learned his lesson. Silly me. His three-year old mind somehow did not grasp the fact that he was not to draw or color on ANY wall in the house.

You guessed it. Two days later, in the living room, almost behind the couch…another masterpiece. Continue reading Hiding from Trouble →