This is the back of our sofa. It used to be pristine. But that’s so yesterday.
Lucy climbed up on my desk chair, went to my pen cup, selected my fattest sharpie, and then went to work on the largest, prettiest canvas she could find.
(Mom was “sleepin’ on the job.” I shouldn’t have trusted her.
And “Again” in the post title refers to Oscar’s own sofa masterpiece which I cannot seem to find a photo of)
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