When I was maybe four years old, I can recall a moment when my dad and I were at home together. I was just running around doing four-year-old stuff, and my dad was working on some pastor notes or something, using a black permanent marker.
When he stepped out of the room, I decided that I wanted to mark stuff up just like Dad.
So I picked up the black permanent marker and started making my own notes: a few on his, a few on the walls, and all in prominent places so that people could see them and be proud of me.
For some reason, no one was proud of me. Instead, I got yelled at and spanked and my note-taking career was put on hold.
Anyway, for some reason I recalled this incident after seeing this post, and I can't help but wonder if karma will eventually rear its ugly head.
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Dear twice-tattooed father-to-be:
There may be things far worse in your future than your kids writing on the walls or on themselves. God made paint to cover walls (and we did) and soap to scrub kids. Your last post said there was no original art work in the house growing up. Please revise.
"There may be things far worse in your future..."
Well, why don't ya make it sound all ominous? ;)
We had original artwork?
I think that's supposed to be your postmodern scribbles. :)
Every home has original artwork if it contains children, be it drawn directly on the walls or hanging on the refrigerator.
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