Today I gave my girls highlighters to color with. The reason they were using highlighters instead of regular crayons or markers is that I banned markers from my household. I was tired of my girls walking away with marker tattoos on their arms and legs, and anyhow, they dried out due to the caps constantly being left off.
There were good reasons why I don’t give my kids markers. I should’ve remembered this.
But it was cold and cloudy and nasty outdoors today, and my kids were whining about being bored. And in my household, the easiest way to deal with nothing-to-do-itis is to set my kids up with arts and crafts projects. Except instead of providing my kids with an elaborate craft involving paper bags, googly eyes, and felt, I gave them college-lined notebook paper and highlighters. Same thing, really.
So while they busied themselves, I spent five glorious minutes cleaning my kitchen without any children attached to my leg, clamoring for snacks, or movies, or ponies. But when I looked back at the kitchen table to check in on my kids, I saw two things. I saw a beautiful drawing of a flower in all its neon glory that would’ve made any 90’s era gal proud. And I saw Toddler entirely covered from chin downwards in pink highlighter.
So, after an impromptu mid-day bath, I brought the kids back downstairs. The first thing Preschooler did was run to the kitchen to see if a picture she painted with poster paints earlier this morning was dry.
My freshly-bathed Preschooler now had hands covered in poster paint.
And what does she do before I have a chance to get her to the sink to wash her hands, or even just give her a wipe for immediate damage control?
She rubs her hands on the upholstered living room chairs.
Now I get to clean the upholstery on my living room chairs. So much for being bored.