I hate markers. Their caps get lost, they dry out, and the girls draw all over their bodies with them. Markers are always underfoot.
Despite a hard-hearted vow to allow only crayons from now on, I broke down and bought a pack of Crayola Slick-Sticks. These babies are a lethal hybrid of marker and pastel– crumbly and slightly gooey. It was a desperate attempt to get out of Michael’s Craft Warehouse.
The result?
Said markers have now been confiscated, along with play-doh, glue-sticks, and scissors.
Scissors are a coveted item, usually resulting in shredded paper mess, similar to a mouse infestation.
But one bereft mother told me that her 2-year-old daughter recently went on a playdate at a 4-year-old’s house. The mom there let the kids have preschool scissors (as I usually do), and went about her business. Five minutes later, the two-year-old had a buzz cut, clipped right down to the scalp. The mom of the haircutter cried inconsolably when she broke the news over the phone.
The shorn toddler was unfazed until she saw herself in the mirror, and then the sobbing began.
Luckily, this has not happened in our house… yet.
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diana, have you seen the website http://www.shitmykidsruined.com ?! OMG it’s awesome. seeing photos of stuff like a quart of black paint spilled all over an oriental rug, a laptop covered in nail polish and with only 4 keys left, a preschooler with an entire tube of toothpaste in his hair, etc., might help you feel better about the messes in your house.
and this website is a great antidote to those ridiculous super mom blogs. there’s even an 8-yr-old who wrote “my dad is an ass” in black marker on his grandmother’s antique furniture!!