I should have been worried when he said he was "doing art"

Last night, about an hour after Strider "went to bed" he came down to announce he had a special art project he'd been working on upstairs. We were in our semi-vegetative state for the night, so just nodded, "uh-huh, sweetie."

Later, when we went up to our room, this is what we found:



There was more in the bathroom, too.... 3 rolls in total, as we found out later.

This morning he couldn't WAIT to hear our reaction. "Did your mouth drop open?" he asked me. He was very excited to tell me all about his technique and systems. I guess we've found his preferred art medium.