Friday, November 28, 2008
It is apparently, painfully, exceedingly obvious today that I am the mother of a two-year-old boy. Imagine my surprise when I awoke to find my lovely white baby grand piano covered in green crayon. Yes, I would be hyperventilating just writing this, except for the existence of Magic Erasers. (anyone else feel like they should own stock in those things?) Thank goodness the keys were covered, because it would have been a much bigger pain to have to clean those off. Anyway, it came off just fine and my baby (meaning the piano) is no worse for the wear. Oh, and did I mention he also got the white bookcases, too? Yes, I'm calm now, and I didn't even yell or swear or anything.
Things I wonder about--what are those Magic Erasers made of, anyway? How do kids ALWAYS find crayons even when you think they are all put away? How can such a little bundle of cuteness make such big messes??
I feel a park outing coming on later to release some excess energy in the boy...
Oh, FYI-the picture above is Elvis' piano, not mine. :)
Posted by Salsa Mama at 8:38 AM