A quiet Saturday afternoon. Nap time. My nose told me before my son did, that Joshua was not sleeping. I peeked around the corner, and gasped.
Michael asked what was wrong, and I told him he needed to look for himself.
Our son was an artist. Painting with the contents of his diaper all over the wall...
For better, or worse, I took a picture. I couldn't help but laugh. Part of my laughter could have come from a similar picture, taken of me around the same age.
This too shall pass.
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