It is all my fault. I asked Larien and Inwe to take a short quiet time so that I could make some phone calls. Is half an hour so much to ask of a three year old?
As I entered Larien's room to tell her to come join me downstairs, I paused in the doorway. Mentally, I counted to twenty. I inhaled slowly, using the pranayama technique of yogis. After all of those anger management techniques I was able to ask, "Why are you writing on the wall?"
Larien looked at me innocently, "I didn't have any paper and there was this crayon."
I made her help with the cleaning. I did the most.
Why?
Because it was my fault for putting her in quiet time without paper when there was a rogue crayon (red with shiny bits) behind her bedside table.
1 comment:
Like her mother she is. You wrote on the wall when you were about that age as well. Ask Momma.
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