Over the past several months, despite having plenty to fret and concern myself about, it has not occured to me once that this could happen. Of course, I know it can happen – it just had not crossed my mind.
And now it has. I suppose I do not have to worry about this for at least a little while.
Thing thing that scares me is this: My two youngest are more than capable of doing something like this...only much worse. And there not bad kids. They're kids that like adventure and fun. And one must admit...if you were a child and some sloppy white stuff was just right there in front of you, why wound'nt you dive right in?
You also have to admre the parent that took the time to take a picture to share...because it would be hard to not freakout and start getting everything cleaned up before it really dried.
I would not think it hard to be capable of doing these things: a little energy and an "artistic vision" of what "it could become."
Sigh. I don't know why I never did do this. Of course, I do remember sitting alone at the dinner table during a candlelight dinner (perhaps I had arrived to the table early?) and slowly seeing what would happen if I touched the flame of the candle with my napkin. I, calmly at first, started saying "mom." Upon hearing a "just a minute" from the other room, I began repeating my concern, in the form of "mom." "Mom." "MOM." "MOM!"
But, for whatever reason, I did not let that napkin go.
Matt...there are so many things we did as children that we probable will never understand when our childern do similar things. Like breaking the hanging kitchen light over the table. I have no idea why I thought I was a good idea to climb on the table and bat the light around...or sticking my toes in hot tar on the street in front of the house...or thinking it was good fun to stick things in the bug zapper....
why am I just now finding out how that light broke..and all three of you kids put your feet in that hot tar adam.....I can still see 30 toes stuck together...it was sort of funny then....and it is a story that keeps being told time and time again....no matter what happened...I loved being your mom and still do...
Mom...let's not focus on the light...let's focus on paint...and how we're not going to allow my children to do that in my house. I can't say they won't find something of equal fun while visiting your house...
These aren't my kids...but when I saw the picture, it was like I was looking into the future. And I got scared...
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Oh my. Better hide your paint cans.
That is so funny. Every time I look at it, I laugh. It could so easily be your kids!! Hopefully not mine!! :)
Sarah...I just can't imagine...looks like the flat screen TV, the leather sofa, the floor and their cloths all could be ruined.
It could easily be both our kids...let's just make sure if this happens with our kids that it happens at Mom and Dad's house or Kara's house....
Hey! I can understand hoping it happens at Mom and Dad's house...
Deal!
Anywhere but at my house...
Over the past several months, despite having plenty to fret and concern myself about, it has not occured to me once that this could happen. Of course, I know it can happen – it just had not crossed my mind.
And now it has. I suppose I do not have to worry about this for at least a little while.
Matt...
Thing thing that scares me is this: My two youngest are more than capable of doing something like this...only much worse. And there not bad kids. They're kids that like adventure and fun. And one must admit...if you were a child and some sloppy white stuff was just right there in front of you, why wound'nt you dive right in?
You also have to admre the parent that took the time to take a picture to share...because it would be hard to not freakout and start getting everything cleaned up before it really dried.
I agree. The parent who could take the picture is to be admired. And of course, you have to feel sorry for them!
If that were my boys I don't know if I would laugh or cry...
I would not think it hard to be capable of doing these things: a little energy and an "artistic vision" of what "it could become."
Sigh. I don't know why I never did do this. Of course, I do remember sitting alone at the dinner table during a candlelight dinner (perhaps I had arrived to the table early?) and slowly seeing what would happen if I touched the flame of the candle with my napkin. I, calmly at first, started saying "mom." Upon hearing a "just a minute" from the other room, I began repeating my concern, in the form of "mom." "Mom." "MOM." "MOM!"
But, for whatever reason, I did not let that napkin go.
So much to look forward to.
Matt...there are so many things we did as children that we probable will never understand when our childern do similar things. Like breaking the hanging kitchen light over the table. I have no idea why I thought I was a good idea to climb on the table and bat the light around...or sticking my toes in hot tar on the street in front of the house...or thinking it was good fun to stick things in the bug zapper....
What do you mean at mom's house??????
why am I just now finding out how that light broke..and all three of you kids put your feet in that hot tar adam.....I can still see 30 toes stuck together...it was sort of funny then....and it is a story that keeps being told time and time again....no matter what happened...I loved being your mom and still do...
Mom...let's not focus on the light...let's focus on paint...and how we're not going to allow my children to do that in my house. I can't say they won't find something of equal fun while visiting your house...
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