Graffiti artist

(THE PINK ROOM) -- The boy is two, and from time to time he disappears for long moments at a time, often to the playroom where we try to have our kids watch their movies, play their games, draw and otherwise occupy themselves without moving their mess to the rest of our square footage.

It's not unusual, nor is it something with which we generally concern ourselves, only because it has been a long time since the boy last went rogue in the house.

Still, we know from experience that when our children go off the grid, rarely is it to read a book, take a nap, or clean their room.

If they are somewhere in silence, most often they are up to no good.

Like today.

Today the boy was suspiciously silent, not making a peep. Beyond unusual, only because he hadn't pestered me to turn on the playroom lights, so I knew for certain that whatever he was off doing, he wasn't doing it where it should be done.

So I wandered around the house, searching for my son, wondering what he could possibly be up to.

And that's when I caught him in the act.

My little dude, dry erase marker in hand, making a statement all over his big sister's room.

A graffiti artist at just over two years old, like his old man adept with a pen, unlike his old man, using that pen for no good.

So I did what naturally came next: first a small smack of the fingers to make my point, followed quickly by the snapping of a picture so I could preserve forever the memory of my little man's mischief.

Signed,
The Family Man Muser