Walked into the lounge tonight to find Littl'un happily crayoning the television screen.
She looked pretty pleased with herself as she showed off her red, green, yellow and blue artwork.
But she seemed pretty miffed when I starting screaming.
As I scrubbed at the screen I was actually sweating with relief as I saw the crayon coming off on the duster.
Littl'un meanwhile had put her crayons back in their box and was handing them to me helpfully.
I felt guilty then.
After all, I'd given her the crayons just 10 minutes before and oohed and ahhhhed as she scribbled in her Nana's birthday card.
Then here I was screaming like a nutter and shouting "Naughty! Naughty!"
As I write this, Himself is watching his beloved LCD flat-screen thingummy blissfully unaware of how close it came to destruction.
(But I'm bound to get a rollicking when he reads this.)