A weary mother returned from the store,
lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son
anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow.