So, you learned how to write your name, huh?

I think this is one of those parenting moments where you have the conflicted emotions of pride (look, he wrote his name!), regret (shoulda checked the room better for writing utensils before quiet time) and anger (could you have written it on your arm instead?) Pride wins. Way to go, Alex! And P.S., thank goodness for Mr. Clean Magic Eraser!