I think I was a little too quick to gloat about my artist in training. She did a few lovely portraits on the walls, carpet, and closet doors in the basement so after making her clean it up with magic eraser (how would I live without those) I made her pick up all her crayons and throw them away (don't worry, I'll get them out later). I asked her if throwing away her crayons made her feel happy or sad and then cried for a few minutes about how much she loves crayons and how she misses her crayons. I'm just the worst mom ever huh? Hopefully this will finally drive the point home!