Huck, 3, colored on every single wall of our upstairs bedrooms with sharpie and pen today. Every single wall. I think I fully stopped breathing when I found the little Picasso just adding the broadest of strokes here, there, everywhere. I was in outer space. (1)

Surely I was not on Earth, nay, not in my house watching graffiti Gus color the walls up, down, all around. I couldn’t muster any words, maybe I let out a mew, I don’t know. I must have made some noise because he stopped and asked how I liked his art? (2)

I must have forced myself to keep breathing though I felt like I was in some bubble and I might just float away. What a thin whisp is the thread of sanity I have left. I turned quietly to the bathroom. Wet the magic eraser and brought it to him. (3)

Asked him to clean the impromptu art work off the walls in a voice that sounded like a robot. A voice I’m sure I’ve never heard come out of my body. (4)

He nodded and now most of it is gone, though some remains and sharpie Mcscribble pants lives to color another day. Just please god not on the walls. (5) #kids #quarantinecontent