Is it naive of me to think that as long as I let my son paint along the wall in the backyard with his Dad's spray cans, he'll resist the urge to take off in the middle of the night and go tagging?
I don't have an answer to that yet.
But I have faith.
For now, they are easy to contain. They are still boys. Little men.
This is how these two cousins like to spend their time together. We'll let them paint in the backyard for as long as they'll think it's fun. And for as long as they will grace us with their presence.