There I was, trying to be a good steward over my belongings, filling in a few small chips in the paint on my car with this special paint pen I bought from the dealership. Joseph saw me and said: "Paint!" I said, "No, this is a mommy job." I thought he was done. But he found a small felt tip marker and drew on the car. Luckily it wiped right off.
However, I didn't learn my lesson and kept working. After we were done, I discovered - and I'm not even sure how it happened...I didn't see him on THAT side of the car- a host of scratches on my car door. He had found a ball point pen, and just like mommy "painted" the car!
You're lucky your only two, little guy! I explained that he shouldn't do that- he asked why- I said it was because it hurts the car and is ugly. He said sorry in his own little way and gave me a "love."
I do love you more than a car door. But this one will go down in your book of stories-unfortunately.
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Oh, the mischief. At least Joseph was trying to help. Scott climbs up on top of the armoire when I'm not looking and jumps off onto the couch. He has given the wall above the armoire a new modern look with a red pen and some doodles. He scales the bookshelves, though he gets scolded every time. I'm so frustrated with him! Sounds like you handled things well though.
Oh no! How's the car? How do you explain to little kids why something's bad when they think they're only copying you? Must be confusing for them!
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