Graffiti Arteest

So yeah.  I can't remember if I blogged about this or not, but a while ago Tess kept finding random pens and pencils around the house (you know, the ones I kept telling Spencer and Josh to put away after homework...) and would doodle on random walls.  Nothing too bad until she found a random blue marker and went to town on a wall in the storage room.

Fortunately for Tess (unfortunately for my parenting skills), I am not in the storage room often enough to remember to force help Tess to clean up her mess as I have with all of her other "art projects".  Apparently Cole took this to mean that the wall was fair game.  I went downstairs this morning and discovered his name scrawled just above some of Tess's work.

The following conversation ensued:

Me (in my "I mean business" voice): Cole!  Get down here!

Cole (in his "pretending to be 15 already" voice): What?

Me: Why did you write on the wall?

Cole: No.  I didn't.

Me: Cole.  It says your name.

Cole: No it doesn't.

Me: Cole, you're not in trouble. Just don't do it again.  Anywhere.  Okay?

Cole: I didn't.

Me: Whatever.  Don't write your name anywhere except on paper.  Paper that I say you can write on.

Cole (already running away): Okay.

Hopefully this will be the last of it. My storage room is starting to look like a Los Angeles underpass.