Master Artist?

I recently posted about how much I was enjoying Ben's coloring, and even showed a few pictures of boy wonder's artwork (Pop Art ala Ben).  Well...now we have too much of a good thing.  Way too much.  His artwork has spread from the manila pages of his coloring books to everywhere else:  the walls, the fridge, the floor, and even my shoes.

With specific regard to the walls, Scott and I just finally got around to painting our living room walls two or three weekends ago.  Instead of the original cream color, they are now a nice light brown.  We really liked how the walls turned out -- warm and inviting.  Ben apparently thought they were too brown and decided to spruce them up with not 1, not 2, not 3, no not even 4, but FIVE separate splashes of blue lines and shapes.  On my newly painted walls. Sigh. 

Fortunately for Ben, Mr. Clean Magic Eraser removed all traces of his art, otherwise he'd be spending Thanksgiving in the neighbor's doghouse.  He might anyway at the rate he's going.

The shoes, though, that's what really gets me.  I was sitting at the kitchen table at the end of the day on Monday.  I'll admit it, I was pretty tired and not really paying attention.  Ben was under the table doing something, but I figured he was foraging for fallen cheerios.  Instead, he was coloring on my shoes.  Yes, Ben was coloring on my shoes while I was wearing them.  I'm pretty sure that's a first.  In addition to winning the "Most Oblivious Mom of the Week" award, I also learned that Mr. Clean Magic Eraser works on suede. 

Today's post was not sponsored by Magic Eraser, but it really should have been.