Coloring on stuff you shouldn't is pretty typical little-kid behavior. Only Max never was able to engage because he had so much trouble grasping crayons and markers.
Lately, less so. I came into the playroom and found he'd magic-markered his keyboard. In purple, of course.
Max had this big grin on his face. I said, as seriously as I could, "Max, you are not supposed to color on the keyboard!" But inside, I was doing cartwheels. How absolutely, positively awesome that he is able to independently color all over a keyboard (um, not that I would have given him a hand with that).
I've written before about the time Max chucked some bread in a restaurant and Dave and I cheered him on. It's hard not to get excited like that, as warped as it may sound. Yeah, SuperNanny would have a field day with us. Then again, SuperNanny has no clue what it's like to desperately want your child to do stuff, even "bad" stuff. Worry not, if Max starts lighting fires in his bedroom or robbing banks or partying with Paris Hilton, I will not support that behavior. Nope, not one bit.
Max was actually very happy to help wipe his keyboard clean.
I love that Bad Boy Max.
