As my stress level reached its limit I broke down and let the kids trace themselves on the drywall that was being hung in my new bathroom. It was about 9:30 pm, 3 1/2 hours past bed time and they were driving me insane. I finally broke out the crayons and began tracing. Sophia was loving it and Fletcher was not complaining. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. The only problem is, now Fletcher thinks he can color on whatever he wants. OH WELL, at this point I could really care less. After the coloring was done, the drywall became a dance floor. Who knew so much could come from a piece of wall. Someday when our house is torn down or remodeled, someone is going to see some nice art on that back of their walls.