Even though H.B. is my tough little boy, he also happens to be the whimpy kid when it comes to touching things. Jello is not a food he will eat, so you can imagine all the fun things that are out because of texture.
This 4th holiday the Hubs and I decided to paint out living room (after two years), since we just signed a 2 yr lease and know that we are staying here until I finish college and we are ready to purchase our dream home. We painted half of the living room on the 4th and finished the rest yesterday. Here is the break down of my whimpy kid's helping.
Please note: all conversations from H.B. are typed as he would say it...
"Dare go Mommy!" (painting my already painted way with a sponge brush..)
"Thank You dude."
"Dare go Mommy! (dropping paint filled brush on carpet) Ucky, ucky,ucky" (has paint fingers and it's freaking him out)
"Dammit H.B.! (angrily climbing off of my chair) How am I going to get paint out of carpet?!?! (baby wipes, not kidding) Let me get a baby wipe (wiping his hands clean)"
"Dank ooo Mommy!"
"You're Welcome H.B."
As he walks off, he walks into the wall, painting his entire right arm in Lindhurst Timber...
"Moooooommmmy! Uuuuuucckkkyyyyyyy!"
"What the hell dude! Didn't you figure that out a second ago that the wall was still wet?!?!?!"
"Ucky Mommy"
"Let me get a baby wipe...(wiping him clean)"
"Dank oo Mommy"
"You're welcome H.B., try to stay away from the walls ok?"
"Ok Mommy"
Walking up to paint tray, H.B. bravely and stupidly sticks his fingers into the wet paint...
"(loud screams and lots of crying)"
"OMG! What's the matter? Are you ok?"
"Uuuuuuuuuckyyyyyyyyyy (sobbing)"
--this is where I lose my shit, so imagine lots of cursing and yelling--
"Jesus! What is it going to take for you to leave the damn paint alone!?!?! You don't like it, stay the F out of it!!!! --deep breath-- Come here, I'll get the baby wipes. (wiping at the paint) Look, I give you points for trying repeatedly, but sometimes ya just gotta it give up. you don't like the feel of it, probably never will"
"Ok Mommy. (Giving me a hug, either for soothing purposes, because paint is tramatizing, or for thanks)"
A little while later...
"(Screaming)"
"What is it now!"
--Sean: "He stuck his hand in the wall, I can't see where,but his hand is painted."
"Really H.B.? Grrr Kid, just grr."
I have to cut him some slack, because he's only 2 and 1/2, but come on, after the second painting freak out, you would think he would have let that idea go....
