A few weeks ago, the playgroup moms decided that hand-painted pottery "from the kids" would be a GREAT Father's Day gift. I say that like I actively participated in planning this event...
Nope, I just ignorantly went along with it... more like blissfully neglected to consider what it really entailed. I mean, what am I doing bringing a toddler to a shop FULL of breakables and paint!!!
It went about as well as one could expect. That is, NOT WELL at all. My friend commended me on how "brave" I was to try this with my son, because she certainly wouldn't have been with her first born. Her two boys, ages 18 months and 7 years old, happily painting little picture frames beside here. I told her, "I'm not brave. I'm stupid. Very, very stupid". Never one to back down from a challenge, I was pretty confident that if the other moms could handle it, I could it. Speaking of which, where is the mom that suggested this foolish... er, spectacular idea???
Well, she arrived an hour and half late, dressed all in WHITE with her happy, clean toddler in tow. When I remarked that she was ambitious to wear white to this, she gleefully remarked, "oh, we're not painting today. We did this for Father's Day last year (tee-hee) and it was so much fun". This time last year our boys were two months old so, I'm sure it was...
Baby fast asleep in the stroller, waking up only when it was time to stick his hand print on a platter of some sort or maybe not even... Mommy blissfully painting away.
Ummmm, flash forward to the present where I sat along side my fellow playgroup mommies and kids, holding my screaming, squirmy child (who only screamed more when I put him down) in my lap with one hand while masterfully painting my project with the other. (Note to self: highlight multi-taking abilities in resume). As my son became more and more restless and LOUDER, I suffered a few rude stares from the other patrons, but I didn't care. We came to paint and paint we did...
I chose to decorate a sarcastically large cereal bowl for my husband since he takes care of the breakfast routine with our son and I always tease him about eating a sarcastic amount of cereal every morning. I thought it was cute idea and, more importantly, it seemed relatively simple. I managed to crudely paint the outside, inside, and ask for assistance with getting my son's hand prints on either side of the bowl before he reached total meltdown.
Why was this such a good idea, again? Oh wait, it wasn't...
For $8 more, an artist can
My son started grabbing and tossing various knick-knacks, pens, and papers that were on the counter. His playgroup buddies were getting pretty restless too and their moms fell in line behind us. Before our turn was up, an older lady tried push her way in front of me and made some comment OUT LOUD about "these boys must need to get home...", to which I curtly replied, " Yes, they do. So maybe you shouldn't try to cut in line". As this point, my son was full sprawled on the counter, which very clearly indicated that we were indeed here first.
I asked that clerk if I could just pay when I come back to pick up my bowl, she looked at me and said, "Oh, right. Sorry, are you in a hurry..."
YES, I AM IN A HURRY! I WANT TO LEAVE! MY SON WANTS TO LEAVE! and in case you haven't noticed... EVERYONE IN THIS PLACE WANTS US TO LEAVE!!!
I guess my little boy wore himself out because as soon as I buckled his car seat, he shut his eyes and fell asleep... until we got home, where he decide to resume his tantrum.
My husband better appreciate his stupid Father's Day bowl...
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