A Diabolical Art Display

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 As Logged By:

Agent Chase

 

 This baby can't stop drawing

While Mommy is daughter-in-lawing.

But, when I've run out of notepaper

The only option is wallpaper.

 

This mastermind's creativity will shine

Right next to Gram's coastline.

Squiggles and swirls all around

Dear Mommy can't make a sound!  

 

"That is soooo adorable!"  Gram squeezes at my cheeks after I show her another masterpiece.  This one is not just squiggles, but squiggles AND scratches.  
 
All in purple. 
 
"You're almost at the end of your notebook, Sweetie," Mommy nervously notices.
 
"Oh, stop it."  Gram flaps her disciplining hand at Mommy.  "Let the baby have some fun.  When her dad was that age, he couldn't stop drawing all over.  And I do mean ALL over."
 
Gram pumps her brows, giving Mommy some kind of hint.
 
What is she saying?  Why can't I understand it?
 
The tension of confusion gets to this diabolical mastermind's nerves.  So much so, that I flip the page and start scribbling again.
 
This time in deep, deep red!
 
"I do love what you've done with the room," Mommy smiles.  She beams.  Anything for Gram's approval.
 
"Thank you."  Gram bats a few lashes.  "It would have gone quicker had my son been able to help, but I understand that you needed him more."  
 
Oooohhhhhhhh!
 
Mommy's smile tenses.  Her heartbeat quickens.
 
Gram continues after seeing that her zinger struck.  "I do love the ocean.  Hopefully, we'll move there soon.  Till then, this decor will have to do."
 
"The wallpaper looks so realistic.  Like I'm on a beach and looking out at the ocean."
 
"Yes, yes."
 
Eh?
 
I give the wallpaper a quick glance.  Anyone can tell that that scene is a falsety fake.  There's no doubt about it.  It needs a special touch.
 
"Would you like some more coffee, Mom?"
 
"Please, call me Joanna."
 
Mommy's gulp is loud enough for me to hear.  Meanwhile, I wait for the two to go around the corner and disappear.  
 
That anger bout has left me with no more paper.  
 
I already know what I plan to do, though.
 
One more look at that horrible wallpaper and I crawl right on over.  A bright green in one hand.  A purple in the other.  I manage to stand and swirl the two together!
 
Round and round my arms do fly.
 
What an amazing display of this diabolical baby's mastermind!
 
Oh, dear!  The purple is all gone.
 
No worries.  Not a one.
 
I crawl back over to my little stash.  This time I grab red and hurry back in a dash.  
 
Quick as can be I squiggle and swirl.  Loopty loop.  Zig-zag-zing.  What this drawing is missing is a few bright black pings!
 
Where is that marker.  I know it's here somewhere.  
 
Ahh, I remember.  I hid it in my diaper.
 
Off pops the cap and I begin to stab.  One dot here, one there, so many, many everywhere!
 
"Chase, what are you..."  Mommy's face turns pale.
 
"What?"  Gram snaps from the hallway.  "What is it.  What's the..."
 
Well, Gram?  How's that coastline looking now? 
 
 
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