imagination…

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Toddlers and preschoolers live in such a glorious imaginative world where the strangest of things happen so very easily. We were painting a wooden stool this evening (pics will follow in a later post). I had put a coat of primer on and the boys decided they wanted a double decker bus on it. So we drew a bus and covered the outlines the best we could with masking tape. (thank you poocho for the idea…and the stool and materials!) 

The boys then picked a colour for the acrylic paint they wanted to start with…magenta, lime green and cerulean blue. (the fourth color we had was cobalt – but they were not sure what it was called). As they painted, Amu joined in with a loud “wow!!!” and the Sid said “how sweet of poocho to give us such beautiful paints!” The lime green and magenta were especially stunning together. I gave Amu a canvas bag to paint on so he would let the twins paint the stool in piece without yanking the masking tape off. 

As Nish was painting, the stool kept moving a little making a bit of a sound. Nish had a running commentary going “sometimes it wobbles…see how it wobbles…sometimes it doesn’t wobble..but now it is wobbling” SUddenly he stopped his constant talk of wobbling and looked up at me… “you know” he said quite seriously. “the stoll is not wobbling..it is actually singing and dancing. the stool loves the paint and it is so happy it is singing and dancing!” With that deep insightful statement he went back to his magenta and cerulean blue! 

Once the paint was dry, we pulled off the masking tape together. “it’s magic!” Sid exclaimed. AS i looked at the three boys looking wonderstruck at their painted work of art i agreed..this was magic!

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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