As of late, I have been taking advantage of Henry's nap time and taking my own. This may have to stop. When I woke, I went in to grab Henry from his crib. Whilst I slept, he fished poop out of his ample diaper and began painting. Now, I always suspected he would have artistic inclinations, but I do wish they had not been realized thusly. In addition to the poo smeared on the wall and the interior of his crib, there was a good cup's worth that had fallen to the floor and baseboard betwixt them.
In the grand scheme of things, I suppose I should be grateful it wasn't of a "watercolor" consistency.
