Me: Dillon... did you color on the couch?!?
Dillon: ya mom... look... more color.
Then he proudly led me around to the other side of the couch where there was, yes, more color on the back of the couch.
A few minutes later (after a little Resolve and some intense scrubbing on the couch)... I found him here.

And this is what the carton of strawberries looked like.... one, just one, bite taken out of every strawberry.

He's independent... He just wants to do things his way, on his own terms. The scribbles on the couch were his masterpiece, and he didn't see a reason to bother Mom for a snack if he could just help himself to those juicy strawberries. His intentions were good.... although I'll be the first to admit that's not always the case :). He'll figure it all out someday....

Will he soon have a partner in crime?? I sure hope not :) But aren't they both sweet?