My Brother's Room is My Canvas

Last night I was upstairs changing sheets and Milo, who wasn't interested in helping me, headed into the bathroom where he decided to unroll the toilet paper. I checked on him a few times and decided I was fine with this project mostly because he was;

A. Letting me get stuff done
B. Staying out of trouble
C. Having such a good time

A few minutes later Clay walked in and put an end to the fun.

When Milo wouldn't stop crying at the loss of his freedom of expression I decided to let him continue. How bad could it get? It's just a roll of toilet paper.

Soon the "project" began to expand:



To George's room:



And in another 10 minutes I found this:



And then this:



And then Milo proclaimed his installation piece finished.

Only later, while downloading photos, did we realize he had also found the camera and documented his achievements.






The good news is that I was able to get the bed made. And to think, Clay wanted to take the toilet paper away. Silly Clay...