Well, it finally happened to us. We had heard of this happening to practically every other parent we know and we were just
waiting for the day it happened to us: Chase smuggled a blue crayon into his room during nap time.
He colored all over his white toy box (and decorated it with stickers)...

...and his white bookcase...

...and his wall:

I knew something was up when I found him like this:

(Someone was tuckered out after all that hard work!)
He looks pretty pleased with himself, doesn't he?

Of course we made him clean it up:

I had to call my mom right away and say, "What goes around comes around," because one of her favorite stories to tell about me is that I loved to color on the walls... and every time I did, she made me clean it up. Then one day my mom cleaned it up herself and I got MAD. Turns out I only colored on the walls so I could clean it up.
If Chase loves to clean that much I'm going to put him to work scrubbing toilets.