You just might have one: a child that gets in TO EVERYTHING.
I do. And , yet, I didn’t recognize this as a pattern. Until today.
His name: Cooper. His M.O.: coloring on anything and everything, his own skin included. He has also been known to break toys, dig into his big sister’s makeup, throw anything vaguely resembling a ball and take the stuffing out of couch cushions.
However, after spending 20 minutes getting marker off the couch this morning and a good hour on my hands and knees coaxing fluorescent orange marker out of my carpet this afternoon, I am confident this is a permanent part of his personality and am none too happy about it.
His AKA: The Destructible.
Sure, he’s cute. Or, he is sometimes. maybe that is part of the problem. The sweet face hides the Destructible within.
It is getting to the point that I am afraid to go to the bathroom lest he discover a Sharpie (Heaven forbid! I think I have hidden them all at a girlfriend’s urging).
Admittedly, he always fesses up, but still, I’ve become a slave to white cloth and water. If you ask him where he is supposed to color/draw/write, he will throw up his tiny little hands and yell, “On pay-purr!” with such conviction you think there is an invisible elf who is the true culprit.
I think this may be payback. I could never truly empathize when a mom friend told horror stories about a devious child.
Hmmm…and now I have one. Interesting.
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