Oh, Kids.

The Mohawk Monster spent today's quiet time coloring not only some paper, but also his face, arms, legs, and the sheet on his bed.

He came out, apologized, told on himself, and said he would fix it.

I followed him to his room and told him to take the sheets off of the bed and put clean ones on.  I said, "You will do this yourself.  You made the mess and you will fix it - not Mommy."

I returned two minutes later to see the sheets stripped off of the bed and the mattress tipped on it's side.  He was on all fours reading a piece of paper stuck to the wooden slat of the bed.

I asked what he was doing.

"I am fixing my mess myself, Mommy.  I'm reading the instructions for how to make the bed."

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama