Twice yesterday I found the door of the playroom slightly closed (it's one of those doors that's always open). The second time I saw the reason. J had decided to do a little artwork in the corner behind the door. Clever spot I thought to myself. I walked around the room, saw the green marker laying cap-less in the middle of a pile of plastic play food and dishes and then started to notice the trail ... little scribble on the closet door, long line drawn on one of the shelves in the closet, small lines drawn on each component of B's Exersaucer. Didn't get this one, but whatever. Who am I to question the artistic mind of a 2 year old?
Green marker. DRY ERASE MARKER.
I don't know what I was doing when it happened. Putting B down for a nap I think. It's not that I don't know what she can get into in a matter of minutes - eating crayons, unrolling complete rolls of toilet paper, eating dog food just to name a few - but this was completely unexpected. And I know she knew she wasn't supposed to do it. It's the first time she's deliberately done something she knew was wrong. I got a little dose of what moms of teenagers feel when their daughter sneaks behind their back to attend a party that mom doesn't approve of. I think I'll be happy it's just the green dry erase marker for now ...
The culprit had moved on to other things. You can't stay at the scene of the crime (obviously!). We had a mostly one sided discussion about how the markers are only for paper and the dry erase board and that because she had written on other things, the markers had to be put away. She can color with me or Dominic, but not by herself until she can use markers responsibly.
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