You love to color.
I bought you a huge box of crayons and stuck them in a drawer and you are constantly going up to that drawer and saying "color, color, color" until I give you a crayon and paper.
Then I am happy that I bought the big box of crayons because you always end up breaking them.
I love all your little creations. Even when they are on an important piece of paper.
Or on your dad's homework.
Or on my bedding.
You might just be a little artist when you grow up.
Maybe you can design like your mommy.