Graffiti Artist

little kid got to my Advent calendar.

After much deliberation and shopping around, I decided to go ahead and get a nice one this year, although it was definitely a luxury purchase. But I'll have it for years, I thought, the beginning of a new Christmas tradition.

I knew little kid and candy didn't mix, so I bought two little Christmas trees and every night I put two little ornaments in the little drawer of the day. Of course, this plan went awry days ago when little kid's dinosaur started pulling down the trees, chomping ornaments and redistributing stuff back into the little drawers.

Whatever. I quit with the ornaments and switched to chocolates. One per day. Fine.

I just went to replace some missing drawers and noticed that someone (ahem) has drawn all over the advent calendar with a Sharpie. Turns out that 32 pack of Sharpies I was so thrilled to receive a couple of years ago turned out to be the gift that just keeps on freaking giving. THERE IS NO HIDING THEM. He has Sharpie radar, he always knows where one is.

I scrubbed it with a Magic Eraser, but you can still see the scribbles. little kid knew that he was in trouble as soon as I started walking over to the advent calendar, his face left no room for doubt as to who the guilty party was.

(and who else would do it?? Come on.)

So every year from here on out, I'll get to look at those faded scribbles and remember my misguided attempt at creating a tradition.

little kid

just ate about a quarter of my brand new bar of "Sparkling Green Tea" soap from Old Navy.