I've said it before and I'll say it again, toddlers are curious creatures. The cuter they become, the more trouble they get into! They are so inquisitive about the world around them and sometimes it's hard to take a step back and put yourself in their shoes. Take this afternoon, for instance. I was finishing up the last round on a dishcloth that I was making when Hyrum and Finley ran upstairs to get a quick drink of water. They weren't gone very long when Hyrum called me to "come quick!" In the middle of the hallway I found a freshly squeezed bottle of blue craft paint lying in a puddle of it's entire contents.
The paint splatters just barely missed my freshly folded (but not quite put away) white towels. Around the corner near my bedroom I found the blonde culprit with a sly smile hiding in the corners of his pink lips. As I took a step forward he ran towards my bathroom with a trail of giggles echoing behind him. I cornered him in the bathroom, knelt down and took his hands, and asked, "Finley, why did you do that to Mommy's paint?" His sweet little voice melted some of my anger away, "I du-nooooo...." Somehow he managed to come out of this mess with just a few speckles of paint on his clothes. I stripped him down and put him in toddler jail a.k.a the crib that we haven't gotten around to raising up since Ollie came along.
He looked more amused with himself that sorry and I listened to him make car noises as he drove around the crib rails and made the best of it. After cleaning up the puddle of blue paint, I made my way to the garbage to dispose of the paper towels and happened upon another, much smaller, puddle of yellow.
What fun it must have been to squeeze and squirt those bright, wet paints, all over the hardwood floor!
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