Little artiste...

I seem to have gotten my little artist in Corin. He was, I thought, eating breakfast. Then, I hear him washing his hands lamenting that it's stuck. I wonder what's stuck. I go in to find his hands COVERED in bright red marker. Few spots on his face such that it looks like he was beaten.

I ask what he's been up to. He says he made his chair beautiful.

Oh yes...he did.

With Sharpies...




That photo of him...after I'd washed off what I could.