This morning Henry got in trouble for coloring in the grout of the tile floor.  He was asked a couple times to stop and when he didn't, he got the ol' time out treatment.  It really wasn't a big deal except I don't want him coloring where he shouldn't be coloring.  He already colored a little bit on his book case and I was too lazy to clean it up.  Joke's on him though, he hates dirt and messy and every time he sees the crayon marks on the book case he freaks out a little bit with lots of, "uh-oh uh-oh"s and wanting to clean it up.  Now that I know this, I refuse to clean it up and hope it serves a sort of reminder to him to not color on shit he isn't supposed to color on!  The red crayon on the grout I couldn't leave so I scrubbed until it was all out.  The only problem was that the cleaner I used not only got rid of the crayon, it also got rid of the dirt so now there is one very clean spot and the rest of it just looks filthy dirty.  It is driving me crazy.  The next time he visits his dad I'm going to be cleaning grout.  Something to make the weekend without my son extra special.