All morning, T Rex kept asking to do play dough. Not just asking once or twice, but over and over and over - repeating himself endlessly. If you've ever been around a child of his age, I'm sure you can relate.
And my response was always the same, "When Bebe Sister takes her nap, we can do play dough." But he just kept asking and asking. So I thought I could at least get him started with the play dough while I finished up morning chores in relative quiet without the endless repetition.
First, I had to interject play dough time because T Rex thought it great fun to feed it to Bebe Sister. Then T Rex decided to use his elbow to mash the play dough. Unfortunately, it was stuck to his shirt sleeve which my very fastidious son would not tolerate. So I had to take the shirt off and get another one.
I left T Rex to put Bebe Sister in her crib and fetch a new shirt. Then the phone rang. It was T Rex Dad. We chatted while I was putting down the baby and grabbed the shirt. I left T Rex for 30-60 seconds. He seemed to be quite happily playing with his play dough.
Then I returned to T Rex, still on the phone with T Rex Dad. This is what I saw...
All that yellow stuff ground into the carpet is play dough. And the rest is the play dough accessories. T Rex is trying to get the ground in play dough out of his moccasins - he loves those.
I was speechless. T Rex Dad just kept asking "What's going on?" I really was speechless so I just grabbed the camera and took some photos and said, "I gotta go". Then T Rex looked at me and said, "Mommy has her grumpy eyes...T Rex big trouble...time out?" I didn't make him go to time out. But I did make him pick up every last piece of it (Maybe that was more punishment for me than him). And because he was so distressed about his moccasins, I did not pursue any other punishment except to say his play dough privileges were gone and our play time was over.
Fast forward to the afternoon. While we were driving in the car, T Rex just stated out of the blue, "Pick up Daddy. Tell him Mommy was grumpy with T Rex. I made a BIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGG mess. Lost play dough privileges." I just cracked up. And then just before dinner, we did some more play dough. And none of it touched the floor. Then when he saw his dad he told him all about it and we all laughed together.
So, what's the worst mess the little ones in your life have ever made? Or the worst mess you ever made as a kid?