I'm a terrible Mom. Let's just get that out of the way right now. I often don't listen to my children, at least not as well as I should. I still pick up what I view to be relevant verbal cues such as the words, "can I", "juggling" or "knives", but largely, I focus on what they are doing rather than what they are saying.
So when Sloan did this:
for the third time, I gave him no chance for explanation. All crayons that I could find were destroyed and crayons were put on the same "Not Until You're Eighteen"-list as stickers, Pop Tarts, and for a brief period following a sofa-involved incident: bubblegum.
So when a better mother than I happened to be around, Sloan seized his opportunity and told Grandma all about his artwork.
"It's a red birdhouse." he said, "For mine penguin."
Ah, I see. I punished in haste. Maybe only until you're twelve.
Anyone know how to get crayon off a door or Looney Tunes stickers off a banister?