While I was on the phone yesterday Jack managed to find a pack of crayons and turn the kitchen floor into a huge 'art work'. When I discovered him he quickly dropped the orange crayon he was using on the grout and ran out of the kitchen saying "bad! bad!" and whacking himself on the bottom. It was so funny that I decided not to spank him myself. It took a magic eraser, a bleach pen, and half an hour of scrubbing to get rid of most of the marks.