Charming.

I thought I would help wee man attempt coloring again today. I make crayons that are specially designed for wee hands, so it was perfect I thought. I have tried painting and coloring with him a number of times so far, and he just doesn't seem to be too interested (or, in some instances, downright pissy). This saddens my artist within. So, with crayons in hand and paper fastened to table, I set him free...again. I then became immersed in the Christmas decorations I am making for all the wee ones in my life.

Before long, wee man was flitting about at my feet (which always happens). After a few minutes of tugging on my skirt and banging on the drawers I looked down to see what he was up to. Well, he had colored all over the cupboard drawers/childproof latches/garbage can/his shirt. I was surprisingly happy about this. Charmed even. That's what I wanted +/or expected all along. Be free wee man.

He looked on with disapproval as I quickly swiped away his lovely artwork and when I attempted to re-route him to the paper....he wouldn't have it. Funny wee man, you make me laugh!