Life Imitates Art

I heard shreiking laughter coming from the boys' bathroom after dinner last night. Went to check. Tentatively opened the door a crack, afraid of what I might encounter when my 8 and 10 year olds had been left alone together in the bathroom. I need not have troubled myself however when thrust into the thin slit between door and frame was what was formerly known as an army action figure now had hands where feet should be, and an arm where a head once resided. I paused, wondered, and then was confirmed when 10 year old shouted uproariously, "Look Mom! It's a Picasso!"