Five kids! Count them, one...two...three...four... five. Honestly four of the five NEVER have written, drawn, or colored on a wall. Maybe it wasn't luck. Before now, we have lived in small houses. I could stand in one room and see what the kids were doing in the other. Or perhaps, I just never really cared enough about it in our other homes that they just didn't care either and never tried out their artistic abilities. Whatever the reason our perfect track record has been blemished.
As I was upstairs in the kitchen teaching math, little Elias happened to be downstairs dreaming of the MET. When I came downstairs to make some copies, Elias had put those dreams into reality. New walls meet red, yellow, and blue crayon.
My mouth dropped open. Not with animated pleasure of his budding ability, but with sheer horror, wondering how I was going to remove this master piece. (Let me tell you now that soap and water, baking soda, and Mr. Clean Magic eraser all failed to clean without removing our (tongue in cheek) high quality rental paint. WD40 championed over all!)
After an hour of labor induced stress, I was wondering how with this little glitch in my day, I was ever going to finish all the other kids' school schedules. Then I found, while I was otherwise occupied, little Picasso had entered into his mournful period by expressing himself in black all over the kitchen door, walls, and tile floor. I was seeing red.
I had had enough art lessons for the day! Rembrandt was headed to bed!
Elias in fields of green
2 comments:
Writing utensils "meet" highest shelf in the house!!
Been there. I found Old English Oil works on most crayon disasters. I wonder if vegetable oil would work.
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