Today I found my seven-year-old son writing with his finger on our carpet.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
I looked down and tried to follow his scribble.
"See...M...O...M." Then he wrote above it, "N...O."
"No, Mom?" I asked.
"Yep. No, Mom."
I shook my head and went about my business. A little while later my husband found the carpet cursive.
"Why were you writing on the carpet?" he asked me.
"First you mess up the walls with that Halloween stuff you put on them. Now you're messing up the carpet..."
My son came out of his room with a big grin on his face. "No, Mom!"