I just fully entered the world of toddlerdom. If you can't see the damage behind the little boy, it can't take much to imagine; picture it; two year old, black crayon, white canvas, mom and dad no where in sight. Of course the initial shock was that of anger as I reprimanded my little angel, but as I showed the damage to his father, we both had to turn our heads because we were laughing so hard. I was impressed though that Derek could compose himself quickly enough to share in a small teaching moment with his son. Call me weird, but I savor times like these. We all chipped in and helped clean off the wall, and it ended up being one of those little moments I'll never forget.