Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Little Man's Art
I swear I only walked out of the room for a moment.
And I must confess, I wasn't terribly upset. He's being creative. Truly creative. The kind of creative that says, "Hey, I'm bored with the coloring book, I wonder how this might look on my legs, arms, belly, face, mouth and the soles of my feet? Hmmm...I wonder: 1) if I run around the house with marker on the bottom of my feet, exactly how many steps can I take before the ink stops being ground into Mom's carpet? and 2) Will this non-Crayola marker with questionable toxicity wash off my skin?*
This type of artistic and scientific curiosity drives all great inventions and Grumperina's wacky insightful experiments. So why not let him explore? I suppose there is a limit. For instance, he's not allowed to draw on the walls, his Moms, furniture or the rugs (although accidents do happen). But his body? I don't see anything wrong with that. Or should I? Will he grow up to look like this guy? There are limits, you know.
*Answers from Mom: 1) 3 steps. Which, if multiplied by 2 feet = not a terrible clean-up job. 2) Yep. Easily.