"Follow me!"

I caught Henry with a permanent Sharpie marker tonight and made him take me to where he was coloring... it was all over his arms and legs and the only place he told me he drew was on his "tree-liter" bike (three-wheeler). He seemed to have marked his territory with the sharpie- on his bike seat. When I asked (rather excitedly- he had to think I was proud of his drawing prowess) where else he made marks, he exclaimed, "Follow me!" and proceded to take me on a tour of his Sharpie-marking expedition. We saw the van license plate, tail light, gas door, left side, right side, then onto Clara's bike seat and handlebars, the stroller hood, Evan's motorcycle seat, rearview mirror, tail light, gas tank and foot pedal... At this point my lips were twitching because I could see Evan's reaction to this wasn't going to be good, but I couldn't keep myself from thinking it was funny- he had just carefully marked each thing with one or two little marks. When I asked if that was all, he said, "Follow me to the backyard!" So I did... he marked the swingset, an old glass bug jar, "Even a leaf, mom!" and then, his crowning accomplishment...

Nay, not just a wee mark this time, he proudly pointed to the window and said, "Look mom, it's my NAME!!!" Yep, it's his name in permanent Sharpie on the window. At this point, I burst out laughing, which he took as me being pleased as punch at his accomplishment. After I got myself under control, I made him go to the shower to start washing off his marker tatoos, and also to keep him out of sight while I took Evan on the "Follow me!" tour...
He did do a great job on his name, don't you think?