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.