First of all: The store is now open and available for your perusal.
The White Boy has gotten quite good at finding my notes to myself and editing them as he sees fit. It started off with him sneakily making hidden doodles in my notebook and has now escalated to outright graffiti. He doesn’t even bother to hide the evidence but rather comes running to show me his clever artwork with a “look what I did!” expression on his face. Oh yes, he’s quite proud of his cleverness.
The worst part is when he later catches me giggling at his creativity, which completely nullifies any scolding that I’d previously delivered. I guess I’m just a big softy when it comes to the antics of The White Boy.