The other day I thought it would be fun to let Henry color on the pages of an old magazine. For five minutes he must have thought I was the coolest mom ever because I was totally okay with him coloring on a book. After every scribble, he'd look at me like, "Really? This is okay?!" I left the room and when I came back he had placed those glass marbles on her eyes and scribbled out her pupils and her mouth. Also, the picture had slipped down so that the "MOM" we had written earlier was visible. I don't know but I think some child psychologists would have a real field day with this one!
