(Here is While Mama Was in The Bathroom, Episode 1 where you can read all about how I am human and have to use the bathroom sometimes.)
So I’m in the bathroom, doing my bathroom thing.
I hurry out to discover:
Crappy Baby beaming with pride over his masterpiece. His canvas? White shoe cabinet. His medium? Permanent black Sharpie®.
It is a revelation! Just look at the juxtaposition of the loose, curvilinear gestural sketches against the faux-modern outline of the mass-produced cabinet. This intentional contrast creates tension and serves as a platform for comparisons. His iconoclastic message of freedom against mundane, everyday objects gives a fresh perspective to the viewer.
(What. This isn’t how you look at your kid’s art?)
Whatever. What I really want to know is, how did he get that house-destruction-stick Sharpie®?
I mean, don’t get me wrong, Sharpies® are awesome. They write beautifully and you can get high off them. But how does Crappy Baby always source them?
We have an entire bookshelf full of washable markers and art supplies. Within his reach. Paper too. Getting those would have been easy for him.
The Sharpie® is kept on top:
Even I can’t reach it without a chair.
You might think he is does it monkey-style:
But he has never been a climber. Plus, my sweet, innocent angel would never do such a thing.
No. I think the Sharpie® wants to be found.
The Sharpie® has a will of its own.
Either that or I left the damn thing on the counter again. Nah.
I did manage to get the cabinet clean.
You can easily remove permanent marker with alcohol. You have to drink a lot of it though.