It's beautiful, just not directly on my wall
Each week, my children seem to come up with something new.
Sometimes it’s good; and sometimes not.
Unfortunately, this was one of those not times. My oldest son, Matthew, 6, decided he was the new Pablo Picasso and decided to use the wall for his masterpiece as he called it.
I discovered this when I was tucking him into bed.
He said, “Mama,”
“Yes.” I replied.
“Did you see my great drawing?” Matthew asked.
“Yes. You showed them to me earlier tonight and they were great.”
“Not those. That one.” Matthew said.
My head turned and my eyes followed his finger pointing to t...