For her birthday, my sister bought a painting set for my five-year-old daughter.
I don’t know what gets into the mind of a child, but mine can get very creative.
Last year, she was making a dollhouse out of mud. She buried her doll’s feet in the mud so they wouldn’t tip over and started playing. I was scared to think what she would do with a painting set. When I came home from work the next day, I couldn’t hear my daughter. My sister, who babysits for me, was sitting on the sofa watching television and reading a book. I asked her where Mary was. She said she was up in her room napping, but she heard get up about ten minutes ago. I went upstairs and screamed for my sister. My daughter was on a chair painting her bedroom with the painting set. She had painted the air vent cover several colors, and she was now working on the thermostat. It was pink and purple. She even painted the dial on the thermostat, and I couldn’t see the temperature. Since my sister bought her the painting set, I told her it was up to her to clean the air vent and the thermostat. She wasn’t happy, but I didn’t care. Buying a painting set for a five-year-old, and then leaving them unsupervised with it in reach, was stupid. Since the heat was on, the paint was difficult to get off the air vent cover, and I was slowly getting it off the thermostat. My daughter was sitting on the bed and complaining we ruined her room.