Walking someone to the door this afternoon I notice someone has drawn a smiley face on the security door. It is too high for the youngest child in the house and almost too high for the middle child, whom I would expect to draw on the walls. No it was neither of them. My 13 year old tagged my door.
Z: (In typical Corbin response) I don't know.
Me: How old are you?
Me: You couldn't have gotten away with it at twelve either.
Z: I did it when I was two and colored the walls, then again when I colored the carpet when I was five, the window sill when I was ten, so why not the door when I'm 13.
Me: Because now you are being a juvenile delinquent and tagging not just coloring things. And guess what you get to do now? Oh! Its gonna be fun!!!
Z: (Sullen, sarcastic teenage voice) Whaaatt?
Me: Now you get to clean it off.
After he cleaned it he came back and said:
Z: Now instead of a blue happy face its white.
Me: Guess what you get to do now?!?!? Clean the whole door. Have fun dear.