I STARTED OUT AS A MIDDLE CHILD: Bathroom graffiti

We were a family of five, Paul and me, and our three children, ages 4,

We were a family of five, Paul and me, and our three children, ages 4, 3 and brand new.

New kids on the block, so to speak, we wanted to introduce ourselves. So, we decided to have a party. We called it a “bring a dish to pass” get together. On the invitations, we stipulated that the invitees were also to bring some graffiti, PG rated, if possible.” Graffiti was the hook.

One of my many loves had always been decorating, and I needed help with the tiny, closet-sized bathroom next to our family room. It had a loo, a sink, a mirror, and a towel bar. There wasn’t room for anything more.

From that bathroom’s ceiling, I hung bold colored markers on long strings. Each guest was to print his, or her, graffiti on his, or her, choice of surface. The location, and color choice, of the clever raunchiness was up to the individual.

Fortunately, our house had two other bathrooms, because it was “standing room only” in the tiny main floor one. As the night went on, and people, especially the guys, warmed up to the idea, they remembered more and more funny bon mots, some of which were not PG rated.