The Budding Artist

Daniel has begun his art career. Last night Gary was playing his computer games and Daniel was in the bedroom with him, with the door shut. I was in the living room watching television and Daniel had shut the bedroom door. A little later on, Gary comes out and tells me to looks, and there is black Sharpie marker scribbles all over one end post of our bed. I was wondering what was keeping Dan so quiet. I don't know where he got the marker, or how he got the lid off. Luckily, he didn't get his face or clothing, just some on his hands.