Blue Angels
There was really no rhyme or reason to it. All I could see was two little children completely covered in blue ink. Thinking back I should have known something was amiss. There was silence, too much silence, even for nap time. I just assumed everything was perfectly all right and I continued my normal household chores. The dishes that were piled up in the sink after lunch time were begging to be washed and the living room looked like a disaster area. I knew it all needed to be attended to, so I went straight to work. I was so consumed in my motherly duties after putting the little ones down for a nap that I never once thought that something mischievous was taking place overhead.
The first time I heard the giggling that blustery autumn afternoon was right after I had finished the cleaning and settled into a good book. I thought nothing of it as it was normal for them to have a little fun before falling asleep. But then the giggling continued until it cascaded down the stairs like an uncontrollable waterfall. I finally decided it was time to put an end to the rambunctiousness and headed up the stairs to the bedroom. When I first opened the door, I was speechless. There were my two little angels completely covered from head to toe in blue ink. They looked like two little Smurfs just hanging out in what appeared to be a Smurf Village bed. I had to step out of the room to regain my composure because I was laughing so hard. When the laughing fit subsided I had to transform my attitude back to that of a livid mother.
At first glance all I saw was two children ensconced in blue marker. But upon further inspection of the room the blue markings did not end on the children; they continued to the sheets, the pillowcases, and even the walls. I knew that as a mother I should be completely infuriated and reign down a harsh sentence upon my two little blue toddlers. However, my first and completely baffling decision was to run and get the video camera. I knew that no matter how horrific it was to have blue children and blue décor, that it was a moment worth capturing on film.
After questioning the tiny culprits behind their reasoning of redecorating themselves and the room to look like a blueberry explosion, I sentenced them to an immediate bath in which they commenced de-blueing. Even though this experience had given me more chores to do, such as washing the walls and bed linens, I knew the lesson behind it would live on forever. Now I know that at least two things need to be done before putting the sweet youngsters down for a nap again. The first being: separate in different rooms. And second: ALWAYS put markers out of reach no matter what color they are!
