Not that I’m complaining, mind. I had a pretty good childhood, all things considered, and my parents did let me paint the interior walls of my walk-in closet when I was in junior high school. (And I mean painted as in scenes of dragons and other mythical beasts, in acrylics, not ‘grab a roller and paint one color on the wall’) Which, I must confess, was both really cool and typical of the way they liked to give me the freedom to express myself in reasonable and creative ways (which probably contributed to an overall increase in the Power of the Snark but also increased control over its outbursts).
That said: this connect-the-dots wallpaper almost makes me wish I had a child young enough to buy it for.
But not quite.
Still, I’d put it in the category of something I’d totally approve-of-and-encourage-friends-to-do. At least with children old enough to know the difference between “walls I can draw on” and “things that change the color of my bottom.” (Statistically, 92% of you got that last reference. The others don’t have kids.)