nuggets of motherhood

I see Austin standing in the hallway, staring at the wall, looking rather guilty.  He looks up at me and makes eye contact.  In his sweet, little charmer voice he says, "Mommy, come here." with a very serious and concerned look on his face. 

Then, my scruffy, blue eyed heart throb says, "Somebody wrote on the wall," as he points at a pink blob scribbled on the wall with one hand and holds a pink marker in the other.


 Hmmm, who would do such a thing?







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