Mmmmm... burnt sienna

I walked in to the bedroom this morning to find Eli "redesigning" the cover of Stephen King's Cell with a ballpoint pen. Figuring that he was feeling inspired and needed an outlet for the pent up creativity, I sat him is his highchair with a couple of pieces of paper and some crayons. Chris had just gotten home from the gym and was in the kitchen eating breakfast, so I left the boys in there while I finished picking up the bedroom. A few minutes later I hear Chris saying "Ugh, Eli!", and came out to find Eli with a much shorter crayon and green teeth. No matter what Chris or I did, he kept trying to shove the crayons in his mouth. He was bound and determined to get them in there.

I think this is a good sign that my son is going to be the kindergartner that everyone calls "the paste-eater."