My 2 year old took a tub of black eye shadow and sprinkled it all over our cream bedroom carpets. He didn’t spill. He sprinkled. Liberally.
I was very upset. And the look on his face told me that he understood how I felt about his “magic dust”.
After I calmed down, I took a small Persian rug and threw it over the black marks. Out of sight, out of mind you know?
While I took a shower to try and calm down (it was too early for wine), my son called for help from his most trusted ally and together they got busy with Operation Clean-up. They had it all figured out:
- Soap (Green dish liquid)
- Water (poured into a nearly empty cranberry juice bottle)
- Sponges x 2
- Tell Mama the good news
- Ask Mama if the sushi date was still on
Well, the 7 or so dry stains turned into one giant wet puddle of green/cranberry and MAC Carbon Black.
So, my daughter tells me (behind her brother’s back), they abandoned their mission after Step 3 and followed my example. They took a rug and covered up the catastrophe. Out of sight, out of mind you know?
Well, let me tell you, I took the darlings for sushi. Right after that shower.
I figured that some things are indeed best left swept and left under the carpet.
Besides, what’s a childhood without memories of “magic dust” anyway?
© A Heart Full of Stories, 2016
Aluta continua, as they say. This parenting road is indeed still long…. (for me) but gosh it can be funny sometimes.