The writing is on the couch.

A few weeks ago, Robert got hold of a pen and decided to scribble on the sofa. Yes, Robert. Not Alex.
That day, he was punished by losing his computer privileges. Later, Mommy realized she was only punishing herself because the computer is Robert's baby sitter while she runs on the treadmill and A&A nap.

I never cleaned the scribbles off of the sofa. It's only on one cushion and frankly, I don't have the desire to clean something that is only going to get more filthy. eh, whatever.

So today, while I was re-assembling the sofa -something I do several dozen times each day since Robert is into making forts these days, I decided that I am going to leave the scribbles there. The cushions are an odd shape since our sofa is 'theater style' and putting the cushions back on is almost like putting a puzzle together.
Now, at least I know that the cushion with the scribbles belongs in the middle, on the right. (right next to the one with dried snot) See how that works. (kidding)

I feel bad for punishing him. He told me he was 'only trying to help.'

And he did!

Good Boy. Now, go pick up your toys.