I had just stripped Logan down after his morning bath of oatmeal, and was trying to make coffee and clean up the kitchen. Logan got very quiet so I looked around the corner and noticed he had something in his hand, but his back was turned toward me. I ran in, hands dripping wet, and found the little artist beginning a masterpiece. Once I took the Sharpie from him, I had to snap a picture. It was pretty funny! I am very lucky he didn't decide to give our carpet a new look, or attack the rest of his body. I'm pretty sure I stopped this just in time!