Out of the corner of my eye, I spy a small person go into the downstairs toilet then back out. Hmm, that was too quick.
“The pen won’t come out”
“Uhh” breathe Doug, won’t be anything bad “what do you mean? Let’s go see”
“Noooo, stay here!” Okay, it is bad
Walk into living room. oh.
My, what a piece of art 😫😫😫
“Why did you draw on the wall? Thats naughty! You have lots of paper to draw on”
“I don’t know” 😭😭😭
Well, you’ve got drawn a lovely cardiogram of what dad’s heart is like now!
Guess we’ll be painting the living room quicker than we thought!