My little Em is going to be a great artist someday. I am convinced she will be an amazing painter or writer. And I try to encourage it whenever I can…however I must draw the line at composing the next great American novel or impressionist painting on my SHEETS. On my BED!

I tried to make her take a little nap last week while Lauren was here – so I put her in my bed for her rest. She asked if she could draw in her little notebook, and I, of course, told her that would be a great, restful thing to do.

Ha.

I am about to get into bed and our bed is littered with post-it notes. I mean, the entire pad was scattered around, on top of the sheets. I made a joke to J. about how instead of a bed covered in rose petals, I get a yellow, sticky paper covered one.

But as I started to pick up the paper, I uncovered the sheets. And this is what I saw…

Sorry for the poor quality of pics – it was very dark and I couldn’t get the sheets spread out really great – but if you look, you will see on my white sheets, written in blue ballpoint pen, “Emma, Momma, Daddy” and a few other unintelligible words.

I’ll admit it was kind of funny after the initial shock wore off and my anger passed. When I asked her why she did it, she said “I put the paper over it to cover it up!”

Of course.

Never did get an answer on why she wrote on the sheets. She has had privileges taken away. And she was just about to get her dog game back – when I went upstairs this morning and she had drawn all over her toybox! At least this time it was in pencil.

So the doggy game is going to be mine until Friday. We’ll see if she can control her artistic impulses until then.