Sunday, July 01, 2007

Seeing Red from My Child’s Eyes

Please welcome my Blog Exchange partner, Alex Elliot, and stroll over to her place to visit too!

I am supposed to be taking a nap, but I don’t want to sleep. My parents are downstairs with him. Who is he anyway? I hate him! He takes up way too much of my parents’ time. All he does is cry and eat. No one has any time for me anymore. Everyone keeps on asking if I’m excited to be a big brother. I don’t even know what that means! I can’t wait for that baby to leave and for things to return to normal.

I think I’ll just poke around my room. Hey, wait a minute what’s that? There’s something behind the dresser. There have been so many new things in this room since my parents redecorated it for him and me to share. Hmmm…I think I can grab it. I bet my parents don’t know that it’s there. I really have to reach for it.

It’s a red marker. How fun! I think I’ll just help Mommy and Daddy with their redecorating. These lines look fantastic on the walls. Who knew that the mirror would be so much fun to color? I bet Mommy and Daddy would like me to help decorate their walls too.

Mommy’s clothing also could use a dash of color. All her beige colors are so boring. There, these red streaks definitely brighten it up. I think the bathroom could also use my help.

Wait, a minute! Daddy looks really angry. Mommy looks upset too. I guess they don’t like my artwork. I worked so hard on it! Now they’re saying to each other “How could this happen?” What was he thinking?”

I was thinking that I was going to help them. I don’t understand what the big deal is. Markers always wash off. Whenever I get marker on my clothes, Mommy throws them in the washing machine and says it’s okay, that it will come off. It always does. It comes off the table too when I accidentally color past the edge of the paper.

It’s not coming off! Mommy says it’s not a washable marker; it’s a Sharpie. What is that? It looks like a marker to me. Mommy and Daddy are now saying they don’t have any idea where that Sharpie came from; they’ve never seen it before today. Don’t they know it came with a package of pens? I guess he caused them to forget.

I know where lots of fun things are that Mommy and Daddy don’t know are even in our house. I sure hope Mommy and Daddy do a better job checking around the house. Mommy sometimes watches a TV commercial where the parents are shocked to find something called drugs in the house. The TV parents have no idea how they got there. They say “How could this happen?” “What were you thinking?” They sound just like my Mommy and Daddy.

This post is written by Alex Elliot as part of the Blog Exchange. July's topic is "In My (or A) Child's Eyes." Alex is the mother of a 3.5-year old son who did indeed color his room, her room and the bathroom, with a red Sharpie marker. To this day she still has no idea where it came from. She is also the mother of a one-year old son, two cats, one dog, and an ant farm. While Alex's words are snuggling among the Nupboards in the digital cupboard at Nupboard Central, Lady M. has a post on my blog, Formula Fed and Flexible Parenting.

Click here to check out the other posts this month, and to get more info on the blog exchange.

7 comments:

Jenn in Holland said...

hahahahaha! Oh, I am dying here Alex! That is just great!
Hilarious and true. You just can't get better than that!

Cori@SAHMbles said...

Oh Alex, I don't even know what to say. A red Sharpie, I think I would die, just die.

soccer mom in denial said...

Y'know, one of my earliest memories was my brother coming home from the hospital and the dog dying shortly thereafter so I thought I could have a dog OR a brother. You know what I was asking for, don't you?

But really I must agree, beige is SUCH a boring color.

mayberry said...

Love it -- you really captured that mix of innocence, anger, and a genuine desire to "help." Like the time my friend's daughter used cologne to "clean" the bathroom.

Damselfly said...

Oh boy. Sounds like it's based on a true story!

dana said...

Oy! Markers are so hard to get off! Even the "washable" ones!

Lady M said...

Alex - Thanks for visiting and sharing your great story!