For our anniversary, our sister bought a painting set for our five-year-old daughter.
I don’t know what gets into the mind of a child, however mine can get honestly creative. Last year, she was making a dollhouse out of mud. She buried her doll’s feet in the mud so they wouldn’t tip over and started playing. I was scared to think what she would do with a painting set. When I came back home from work the next day, I couldn’t hear our daughter. My sister, who babysits for me, was kneeling on the sofa enjoying television and studying a book. I asked her where Mable was, and she said she was up in her room napping, although she did get up about six hours ago. I went upstairs and screamed for our kid, who was on a chair painting her whole room with the painting set. She had painted the air vent cover several colors, and she was now working on the thermostat, which was pink and green. She even painted the dial on the thermostat, and I couldn’t see the temperature. Since our sister bought her the painting set, I told her it was up to her to scrub the air vent and the thermostat. She wasn’t happy but I didn’t care. Buying a painting set for a five-year-old, and then leaving them unsupervised with it in reach was stupid. Since the heat was on, the paint was difficult to get off the air vent cover, and I was slowly getting it off the thermostat. My child was kneeling on the bed and complaining that we ruined her room.