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On days where Avery wakes up before Braden, she normally pads into my room and gets into bed with me. Today was different though. She wanted me to come to her room.

Of course I groaned a little, wanting to steal a few more minutes of warm snuggly time under my own covers, but found my way to Avery's room so she wouldn't keep yelling, then wake Braden up.

"Momma, look at this," she happily gestured toward her wall that holds her wooden letters than spell her name.

This should have been my first clue.

This was my second.

"I traced my letters so I will know how to spell my name better. And I made a maze that traces around my hands!"

She was so pleased with herself.

I know this is something that should have warranted a spanking, but I just didn't have it in me this morning. Her art was creative, and when she saw my expression she immediately felt bad.

"Avery, does that look like paper?"

"No."

"Where is the only place we are supposed to color/draw/write?"

"Paper."

"This is a no-no."

"I'm sorry Momma. I thought you might not like it."

"If it were on paper, I would like it very much."

"I know what! Let's get the white eraser then get it wet and wipe the walls."

I was under her covers by then. She felt so bad, she didn't even try to ask to get up and play. I got lots of extra snuggles, and every often she would add, "momma, we need to get the wet eraser...."

Once she knew it wasn't supposed to be there, she wanted it gone immediately.