One day Sam was painting pictures at the table, I was sitting with him and I helped him paint dragons and castles and knights. Then I went to do the dishes and left him painting by himself. He was in the dining room and I was in the kitchen, so he was still in plain sight. Soon he starts saying, "mom! I'm painting Iron Man!" I kept saying, "mmm hmmm," but never looked at him. Until I did. I couldn't stop laughing, so he didn't even get in trouble. We just had to talk about never painting our body. :) He was so proud that he looked like Iron Man.
9 months ago