Sep 1, 2010
We have a Crayola Tadoodles Scribble and Sing Art Station.
I’m not going to lie, it’s messy with a capital M. However, I’m not opposed to mess– especially in the name of artistic creation–so I just protect the table and the area and her body before allowing E to play with it.
E loves it (of course). It lights-up, and sings, and plays music and gives direction on different drawing marks like dots, lines, zig zags, etc.
It’s fun.
Because it’s messy, it is something that I keep in the closet so E can only use it with my help.
A few days ago, out of the blue, she asked to play with it after a couple of months. So, I newspaper draped the table, rolled out a long piece of her art paper and let her play away.
She was fine, so I decided to steal a few minutes away in my office…a couple of rooms away within clear earshot.
A little while later E yells, “Mommy? You want to color with me?” Total motherhood you suck guilt immediately set in. (How dare I do a little writing and make some business correspondence while she was around?!? HOW.DARE.I. take time for myself? The nerve…)
When E hears my footsteps, she yells, “I sorry, mommy! It was an accident!”
Hmmm.
One of her scribblers was on the floor, so I assumed she was talking about dropping it. I nonchalantly say, “It’s okay, honey. Accidents happen.”
And then I looked up. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t apologizing for the Scribbler on the floor…
That would have been a GREAT day for a car wash!!
It worked out OK. We both got sprayed by a yard sprinkler in our car window yesterday after the *war paint episode*… (Totally not kidding.)
The burning question – is it washable Crayola?
Yes, so when we got hit by the sprinkler through our window (see above) it just looked like a rainbow puked on my car seat.
;)