Earlier this morning, my wife texted me a picture of my son's latest handiwork. I'm assuming he took one of his cars and gouged into the wood. It definately supports the theory of, "You can't leave a child alone even for a second."

If it was a scribble, I would be mad. The fact that he clearly wrote his name, I'm almost proud. At two years old, almost turning three in December, his little mind thought that place was perfect to forever have his first name. I can't be mad at that.

This kid loves to learn new things. Colors. Words. Writing letters of the alphabet. Writing his name. Thankfully, he didn't write all 26 letters of the alphabet, and maybe he's trying to tell us early on that he wants our furniture for his own.

Here's the moment when I got the text this morning. I couldn't stop laughing.