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Unfortunately I have no pictures.

Just imagine hearing Cade making his usual common "vrooming" sound, but this time at 10pm. You see, some times he sings himself to sleep, and others-- he "vrooms" himself to dreamland. After a few minutes of listening to him Kyle says, "I'm gonna go check on him. He should be asleep ."

A few moments later Kyle calls, "Honey, you should come up here."

Oh no. I probably shouldn't. I quickly imagined the worst possible thing to be walking in on upstairs so I wouldn't be completely horrified. I crept up the stairs and slowly peered over the railing.

There I found Cade sitting on his once neutral carpet that had been transformed into something resembling a pyschadellic laser show.

I honestly had to hide my face not to laugh. Why wouldn't Cade pretend his Crayons were cars and his carpet was the road? Makes perfect sense.

"Cade, why did you color on the carpet?"

"Because I had to write my name. See?" And then he pointed to an illegible jumble of "letters."

Well, at least I now know what to do with the living room rug I replaced downstairs. Time to bring it upstairs. Oh, and good thing Monday is trash day. Sersiouly, I am not even going to TRY to get all that crayon out of his rug. Funny how life just "works out" for you sometimes. Heaven forbid I have an extra rug sitting around.