I appear to have a graffiti artist on my hands.
I’ve never had one of these before so I’m not entirely sure how to make it stop. But oh my godfathers does it need to stop. And now.
I’m quite certain that the graffiti artist has a name that begins with ‘T’ as this seems to be a recurring theme. On the back of my white lacquered dining chairs, on radiators, on my beloved Cath Kidston tablecloth, on walls, on my new 800 thread count white duvet cover *sob*
But I have
interrogated spoken to the chief suspect whose name happens to begin with ‘T’ (who incidentally is just learning to write her name) and she insists that it wasn’t her. She smiles sweetly and claims that she doesn’t know what I am talking about. She has even on occasion laughed at me and called me a ‘silly sausage’ for even suggesting that it’s her.
I have tried to hide every single biro, felt tip and pencil in the house. They’re only allowed out when we are drawing at the table. But somehow she, or should I say the culprit, is managing to get her hands on them from somewhere as the graffiti just keeps on coming. To be fair, when you have a big brother and sister who have bulging pencil cases to
steal borrow from, it is quite difficult to completely rid the house of pens.
But other than catching the culprit red handed then chopping said hands off (which to be fair, seems a little extreme) I’m not sure how to stop her. I am also secretly proud of the fact that she has mastered the letter ‘T’. And I am painfully aware that I am the softest mummy in the whole wide world who is destined to live in a graffiti ridden house. But looking on the bright side, she might just be the next Banksy and these little etchings could be worth a fortune one day, right…?
(In the meantime, all hints and tips of how to remove biro from ridiculously expensive duvet covers will be gratefully received!)