Today artsy Ethan was making a Father's Day craft for his grandpas while Norah ate 1/2 a can of peas (she kept asking for more!)Anyhow, Ethan colored a piece of white construction paper and was glueing phrases (by painting glue on the backs of paper slips) about grandpa on top. These included things like:
- Grandpa lives with grandma.
- He plays toys with me and makes me happy.
- Grandpa eats all the stuff. His favorite food is chicken.
- It would be hard for grandpa to hop up the stairs on one foot.
- He has grey hair.
Well, as these things go, I had Ethan at the table with glue, Norah in her highchair, and dinner on the stove when the phone rang.
I'm convinced that kids have radar. It works something like this: Bwoop... bwoop... "distracted mommy at 10 o'clock...proceed to mischief. Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
I was in the process of telling my friend on the phone that I needed to get back to Ethan and the glue when it happened.
I saw the paintbrush arc through the air. It was one of those slow-motion moments where you can't get there fast enough.
The tiny droplets of glue spread upward across the breakfast nook. And the descent, well, favored Ethan's head. Yes, that's right. Look closely in the picture at his head. Those are glue drops! The smile shows just how proud Ethan was of his accomplishments. He went on to finger paint with the glue all over the glass top table.
Did I mention that just 2 hours earlier I was getting all the knots in my muscles rubbed away during a fabulous massage? I can't decide if the massage was wasted because it's effects wore off so quickly or if it was divinely placed because it gave me the capacity to react with humor and the presence of mind to grab the camera and snap a picture. I'm leaning toward the latter. What do you think?
Melody
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