Sometimes I forget that Little Man doesn’t necessarily understand every word we say. Toddlers (can I say that anymore – he’ll be 4 in October – perhaps preschooler is more appropriate now?), anyway toddlers are quite adept at ignoring anything you say that they don’t understand and just going with the rest of it. But sometimes, like today, it’s not obvious that there’s something they didn’t understand until it’s too late.
We decided that a bit of DIY was in order today, and the sunshine was perfect weather in which to paint our front door. Of course, Little Man, seeing the paint brushes and paint, wanted in on the action, but I didn’t want to let him near the front door itself. I’m a big believer in getting kids involved in DIY and housework at an early age though, so I didn’t want to discourage him. I handed him a tub of white paint and a paint brush, and told him to paint the windowsill. It’s white already so I figured what harm could he do?
Really at this point I should have paid a bit more attention but I was concentrating on painting the door, and I figured I’d touch up the windowsill once he was finished. So you can imagine my surprise when Charlie came running out of the house asking what was going on. Turns out I may have said “windowsill” but Little Man didn’t know what that was, so he went with the next best thing and decided to paint the window instead. Lovely big white steaks of paint all over the glass. That’ll teach me!
*Thankfully I was able to scrub the paint off the window, and teach him what a windowsill was instead and he did a lovely job once he knew what he was aiming for! And in the meantime, we finished the front door and gave it a new lease of life. Quite a change from the fire engine red that it was before!