I saw Trevor sneak up the stairs where he went into his room and closed the door.     I waited about 20 seconds before calling his name.     He didn't answer.     I called again.     Still no answer.     So I went up to check and discover him with my teacher box which holds assorted highlighters, pens and pencils.     He jumps to shove something in and closes it.     I say, "Hand it over, Punk Face".     He says, "I LIKE PINK!"     And sure enough...he now has a pink highlighter stripe running along his bedroom wall.     …danielle   
Our family's journey with catastrophic epilepsy, homeschooling, and unconditional love.