I was doing laundry the other day, and Corbin was coloring. Corbin was doing a great job of putting lids back on the markers, and only coloring on the paper. So I thought he would be okay while I ran upstairs to hang up Clark's work shirts before they became wrinkled. I was wrong. I came down 2 minutes later, and Corbin was covered in marker. How could I get mad, though, when he held out his arms and said, "Look Mommy! It's boo-tiful"