Monday, June 13, 2005
I came up with a couple of very creative activities this afternoon. Mum and Oskar had snuck out to the bottle shop and Dad was in the other room, so I felt quite justified in amusing myself. I found the left-over water that Mum usually puts in the iron and trickled it down my slide onto the floor. It made little puddles along the top and steps of my slide and a big puddle at the bottom. But once it was all gone from the pourer I had to find something else to do.
Then I noticed the paint brush in the craft box. I got my orange juice down from the table, dipped the paint brush in it and started painting on the floor. I made great shapes and spread it around as much as I could, but it really wasn't very noticeable. So I stepped in it and walked around the kitchen floor; then I could see it because Dad had just cleaned the kitchen floor and my foot prints stood out.
At that point Mum came home and admired my handiwork, but Dad wasn't so impressed. He got out a bucket and the mop and set about cleaning the kitchen floor...again.