Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The Colorer

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to color. She would climb up in a chair at the table and say, "Color?" and wait patiently while her mommy got her some paper and a crayon. She loved to color. She was very good at it, too. This little girl tried to be careful and didn't color on anything but paper. So her mommy was always happy to let her color at the table and didn't think anything of it.

One day, a couple weeks ago, this little girl again crawled up into the chair at the table and asked to color. Her mommy was in the middle of getting ready for the morning, but stopped what she was doing to give the little girl some paper and a crayon. The little girl said, "Thank you." and sat coloring happily. So her mommy returned to the bedroom to get ready. After curling her hair, the little girl's mommy came out to the kitchen and found the little girl half in and half out of the chair. Assuming the girl was done coloring, the mommy put the crayon and paper away and they went about their business.

A little while later the little girl's mommy went into the front bathroom and this is what she saw:





It turns out that the sweet little girl was not climbing OUT of her chair when her mommy found her, but climbing back IN. She had gotten up, gone into the bathroom and colored on the toilet and bathtub, and was climbing back into her chair so her mommy wouldn't know. When Mommy showed the little girl the mess she'd made, all the little girl did was point to the toilet and say, "Colors!" Thankfully, crayon is easy to remove from hard surfaces like toilets and tubs, so the little girl did a little cleaning and all was forgiven. The end.


2 comments:

Susan Beth said...

This last photo made me laugh out loud. My brother, when he was older, took a magenta color crayon to my dad's first ever brand new vehicle - a white truck. The bed was now decorated to be a bit more Jazzy! Needless to say, my dad was not happy, and unfortunately it did not come of quite as easily as it comes off the bathtub and tiolet. But, with much effort it did come off. Oh the stories we get to tell about these beautiful little ones!

Jenn said...

Good job, mom!