Yesturday Chelsea took a hammer and made a hole in the wall. She called it a window and insisted we not plaster it. She has since then some how hung drapes over the wall. I painted her room a lovely shade of pink that she painted over with acrylic paints. At first I was angry then anonyed. But she has some serious artistic talent. We got her some more paints and some wood scraps she seems happy as a clam now.