Today in the spare moments she had while I was getting ready for the day, I heard her playing in her room, running cars across the wall. I came around the corner and to my suprise my well trained parental hearing had decieved me. Indeed they were not car wheels running across the walls but rather a bright orange marker. "Mixing" it in her bowl as she has watched me do, she was convinced that she was "painting" the walls, the door, the closet....
How do you tell someone as cute as she that as beautiful the painting, she can't "paint" here. I got a sponge and explained just that.. she looked up at me and in the sweetest act possible, she took the sponge and tried to clean the wall herself. Consider me shocked...
So here I am, walls, closet and door finally clean, we taped a piece of paper up on the wall for her to "paint" on, til' I got her, her own newsprint.
This kind of cleaning, simply makes my heart smile :D
