You just might have one: a child that gets in TO EVERYTHING.

I do. And , yet,  I didn’t recognize this as a pattern.  Until today.

His name: Cooper.  His M.O.: coloring on anything and everything, his own skin included. He has also been known to break toys, dig into his big sister’s makeup, throw anything vaguely resembling a ball and take the stuffing out of couch cushions.

However, after spending 20 minutes getting marker off the couch this morning and a good hour on my hands and knees coaxing fluorescent orange marker out of my carpet this afternoon, I am confident this is a permanent part of his personality and am none too happy about it.

His AKA: The Destructible.

Sure, he’s cute.  Or, he is sometimes. maybe that is part of the problem.  The sweet face hides the Destructible within.

It is getting to the point that I am afraid to go to the bathroom lest he discover a Sharpie (Heaven forbid! I think I have hidden them all at a girlfriend’s urging).

Admittedly, he always fesses up, but still, I’ve become a slave to white cloth and water. If you ask him where he is supposed to color/draw/write, he will throw up his tiny little hands and yell, “On pay-purr!” with such conviction you think there is an invisible elf who is the true culprit.

I think this may be payback.  I could never truly empathize when a mom friend told horror stories about a devious child.

Hmmm…and now I have one.  Interesting.