The Party

My toddler went to a party while I was cleaning today, like she does almost every morning. It was a grand ball in her princess castle, with music and dancing. And dinosaurs, of course.

The difference this morning was that she wanted to put her party hat on, but I was in the middle of getting her diapers ready to be washed. She decided I was taking too long and slung the party hat headband around her neck instead, and she darted off to the festivities. A little while later, she ran back into sight, grinning at me with her signature Guess-what-I’m-doing smile. Unfortunately, she makes this mischievous face at the most inopportune times, and I have yet to capture it on camera, but rest assured, it means she knows she is doing something that she should not be. This time she had a giant pencil in her hand.

I quickly followed her as she sprinted around the corner to her bedroom. I was met with the sight of my little girl, pencil to the wall, drawing this masterpiece:

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Now, she knew I was going to stop her, which is why she had been wearing that daring grin. I told her to give me the pencil please, and took it away. She was crestfallen and went and hid her face in some blankets. I went over to her, and said, “Lili, come here with me real quick.”

She looked at the wall with me, concerned.

“That’s so beautiful!” I told her, smiling. She looked at me and beamed. Then she went over and started telling me all about her drawing.

“It’s very nice. I love when you draw me pictures,” I said, “But, we don’t draw on the walls.”

I let that sink in for half a second.

“But you can draw on paper,” Smile. “Did you want me to find you something to draw on?”

I held out the pencil to her.

“Yesh!” She said.

So we found this box.

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