Callum henceforth will be known as curious Callum and I will be known as the woman in the yellow hat. Get it? It's a Curious George reference, for those not knee deep in all tv shows pertaining to 3-6 year olds. Callum certainly makes me feel like the man in the yellow hat every time I happen upon one of his messes/ideas/exploration adventures...whatever you may call them.
There is the lipstick all over my comforter...which I didn't even know was there until Ian asked why blood was all over our bed. I knew Callum got into Isla's lipstick because he was covered in it. I just didn't know he decorated our bed with it. I actually looked at it and said, "this is why we can't have nice things!" And, as you can see from the picture, Callum really regretted what he did.
Or there was the dumping of way-more-dirt-in-the-pool-than-I-care-to-admit fiasco. You try to get some dishes done in a moment of peace and your toddler sees it as an opportunity to ruin the pool water. I'm sure all those people that think our pool net is so cool are changing their minds now that they realize toddlers are obsessed with throwing things threw the net into the pool!
I'm not even going to get into the steak knife incident. Let's just say it was a miracle that no one got hurt and because of Callum, I now understand why all knives need to be locked up when you become a foster parent.
I feel like I could go on and on. This kid has done things my other two never did. He certainly is curious and just goes at life with gusto. And honestly, given that he is my third and not my first, I realize stuff is just stuff and react to all this, er, curiosity much better than I would have a few years ago.
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