I got a phone call just as I was merging onto the freeway yesterday.
"Hey, what did you do with that pencil after you finished sketching designs for the new kitchen we can't afford yet?"
"I don't remember."
"I'll give you a hint."
"Yeah, Proximo found it. Let's just say I think you're going to have to repaint."
"WHAT? No, that can't be. Repaint?"
"It's everywhere on the kitchen walls, and I mean everywhere. Every swath of space between his toes and his head is covered."
"I don't have to repaint, that's what magic erasers are for."
"That won't work."
"It's just pencil isn't it?"
"Yes, but it's EVERYWHERE."
While I was diligently scrubbing with the magic eraser, Proximo toddled in next to me and put his head close to mine.
"Sowwy, Mama," he said quietly.
"It's OK, baby," I answered quietly.
I do declare, all of these adventures have really refined my sense of patience and added miles to my fuse.
I THINK I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON I DON'T NEED ANY MORE, THANKS.
Mid-week T-Ball Report
El Guille played first base this game and has come up with a strategy to beat all other strategies. First, he crouches next to the base. Second, he covers the base with sand in a surprisingly effective move that prevents the runner from even SEEING the base where they need to go. I am struck with the tremendous totality of his strategery.
Don’t worry, he totally blows it when he sees the runner coming and confesses, “Hey, I hid the base under the sand, it’s right here.”
We’re working on it.
(Portrait of the artist at the unveiling)
Update: I did submit to What My Kids' Art Says, and this is what it says.