My 3 Year Old Paint Drinker

My little boy and I have been getting along really well since his terrible twos. Everything was just fine until this past week. We have been starting some new activities together which had been absolute an absolute blast. We started to do aren’t together that made me feel like a real dad. Finger paints, glueing together collages, all kinds of arts and crafts. It’s great because he’s also learning about cleaning up after making a mess.

But on Saturday I decided to take him for a treat. We went to our local ice cream parlor and I shared with my son our first milkshake. He loved every last drop. He took out the straw, and played with it.  Watching it drip back into the glass and then sucked up every last drop with a big smile on his face. I was very happy to have brought so much joy to my little son.

When I got him home we started playing with arts and crafts, it wasn’t too long before I realized that our green paint was almost gone I looked at our paintings and saw very little of it used,. I was confused. That was when my little boy smiled at me and I saw his bright green teeth. It seems that, taste was very little of the joy my son had enjoyed, it was mostly the slick syrupy texture. The similarity of consistency that was convincing him to drink our, luckily¬†non-toxic, finger paint. Over the course of the next two weeks he tried every color of paint we had in the house, as well as most of the glues. We now have a house devoid of all artistic materials besides colored pencils. He’s a lovely boy but he’s making it difficult for us because while we are searching for a larger property to rent. Now, we are adding to the list of things we need. Cabinets five feet high, is at the top of that list.

 My 3 Year Old Paint Drinker