As I was wiping down the kitchen counters this afternoon, I looked up across the island and saw two perfect hand prints on the wall.
Definitely Monkey hand prints.
I rinsed the cloth I was using and walked over to the wall. I wiped off those Monkey marks and walked back to the sink.
I turned around. The Monkey was finger painting in the wet spot on the wall.
The Husband and I just looked at each other and shook our heads.
We stood and watched The Monkey draw with her fingers in that wet spot on the wall. Then she made two distinct hand prints on the wall.
She smiled. Then walked out of the room.
I left the Monkey prints on the wall.
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Good for you, I wanted to be like that too when my son threw my daughters box filled with tiny little beads all over the floor after I had finished vacuuming....but instead i screamed..PATIENCE and loving the moment, I'll work on it
There is absolutely no loving moment to be found in a box of those stupid little beads being emptied all over the floor. I would have screamed too!
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