Ode to Archer and Jaiken

Until recently, Hobbes has not shown a huge interest in drawing, coloring, etc. He prefers to build things, to line up every single one of his cars in a perfect symmetrical line, and then take one car at a time and drive it out in front of the line...you get my drift.
Madeline seems to be the one with more of an artistic inclination, but you never know. She received these very cool, Crayola paints on her birthday, and they have plastic holders on them, so as to prevent messes. She has painted a little with them, but then starts to suck on the brush part, so we have to take it away. Hobbes, however, has taken to these like wildfire, and has whipped out more paintings and creations in a week than over the entire course of his nearly 3 years of life.
Because of his lack of artistic desire, he has never written on walls, etc, and thus this has not been a huge concern for us. However, the other day, Hobbes was playing quietly in his room, and Bray and I were cleaning. All of a sudden we heard the patter of little feet running and pushing his mower out into the living room. As soon as he turned the corner, we saw an underoo-clad boy with multi-colored legs, and pure, orange feet. We both just stood with our mouths open for a moment, and then quickly ran to the room to see the damage.
Below is what we found (I had to take pictures): Hobbes' work of art-which he dedicates to his cousins, Archer and Jaiken-seasoned artists of their day.


Thank heavens for Crayola's "washable" power...it just took over an hour of scrubbing to get it all out!