Bad, Bad Baby

No, we don't really call him "bad."  But we do have a funny riff off a rock song that we sing to the other "bigs" from time to time.  I'll spare you the audio experience but the lyrics are, "Bad, bad, baby; naughty, naughty, baby.  Bad, bad baby; drive me crazy; it's good I love you, baby!"

This was one such occasion:

 It's not as bad as it looks.  It is thankfully only sidewalk chalk.  I was seeing out their godmother and took my eye off the culprit for one second.  His artwork included both sofas, the floor and the hobby horse!

Here is the offender cleaning up the mess.

Bad, bad baby.  Lucky for you, Daddy was at work!