Looks like he's doing a fine job coloring right? Well he would be if
that were a crayon in his hand and not a tube of lip balm. He was
begging me for a crayon (since he can't be trusted not to color the
walls or eat the crayons I hide them). And of course it was time to
get in the tub and instead of wanting to get squeaky clean he wanted
to color. And of course I had to say no, since the water was warm and
waiting. And of course this did not make him very happy. So in the
early stages of what could have gotten to be a scene, my ever so
intelligent and most resourceful boy spied what looked to him like a
crayon of sorts.
The look in his eyes accompanied by a huge grin read something like
"how do you them apples Mama!"
And as I sat back and watched him with that chapstick firmly gripped
in his hand, I smiled proudly at his quick wit and MacGyver like
ability to succeed in the face of adversity but almost cried thinking
"what kind of mama is so mean that she makes her poor child resort to using a
chapstick to color instead of just giving him a crayon..."
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