I smiled modestly and thanked her for complimenting my capable creative spirit, "Oh, well, I thought the kids might like some painting and the porch is the perfect spot..."
|For what I believed I was being complimented.|
A few seconds later, I realized I hadn't seen Lou in awhile. "Awhile" in toddler time, which roughly equals two minutes or ample time to destroy something quietly.
So, while trying to wrap up the playdate, I sweetly called, "Lou! LouLou! Lou?" She was nowhere.
Finally, the mom said, "Jill, she's here with me. On the porch. That's what I was talking about when I said you were brave..."
And there, was my daughter, wearing her fancy dress, standing on the table, meticulously smearing blue paint over every inch of exposed skin.
|For whom I was actually being complimented. (This was the second time it happened.)|
The playdate mom smiled anxiously at me.
While Lou is a paint girl, Elias' preferred medium is a really nice, top quality, fine-but not-too-fine pointed, black pen. He spends hours filling up blank notebooks with maps, spaceships, cats, cows, and planets. I have hundreds of pages of his work. He blasts through blank notebooks at a disturbing pace. Good thing South African sketchbooks are relatively cheap here. (I am awfully tempted, however, by some of the gorgeous paper options listed here.)
We're planning a trip to the pen section of Pearl Paint this summer. His mind will be blown.
|Buy this original print (sans pink arrow) here.|
We'll just make sure to keep Lou away from the paint.