After this afternoons disaster with the chalk, I thought I'd take a few minutes to reminisce about all of Berlyn's artwork through out the house. Wait... not all... just a few. There was the time she found an old eye liner pen (I didn't even know I had) and stood on the toilet, drawing above the tank. There's the permanent marker on my bedroom door and the crayon marks as you walk down the hallway. There's this beautiful abstract that you'll see right above the couch. This does not, mind you, include the ink on the carpet in the craft room (or the blue paint that is now hidden by a rug) or the pen all over the rocking chair. If I had to guess what my little girl is going to do when she grows up, I would venture to say that she has some serious artistic talent. Or at least interest. Interior Design, perhaps? I will save all of these mini masterpieces to sale or put on display when she's rich and famous. It could happen...
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