We bought red.
We bought lime green.
We bought turquoise.
Until they are mixed together.
Why can't I just let boys be boys and not get upset with the mucky gray brown purple slop that adorns every "craft project". I actually yelled at them yesterday. It drives me nuts.
I am going to challenge myself to allow them to be free, and walk away if I need to.
Well, even though I walked away yesterday, it technically made it worse. You see a two year old painting with red paint may, by chance, get a tad bit of red paint on his arms and a smidgen on his wrist and a touch on his fingers and that said 2yr old may want his Binky that perhaps is on the brown suede couch.
Red paint. On my brown couch.
I only wish he would have mixed all the colors, at least then, it would have matched.