When I dunked under the table I saw that he had placed sticky notes on the table legs with little shapes drawn on them with marker. My immediate reaction was frustration. This is an expensive piece of furniture. Those sticky-it notes are for school supplies, not for play. There had better not be any marker on the table!!!
Stop. I had to stop myself. I had to appreciate what I was seeing. He had spent so much time drawing on lights, or buttons, or something on this paper in effort to create something with his imagination. I'm just glad I found it before he got home and took a second to think about the situation.
I refuse to let my obsessive compulsive tendencies squash his imagination. He's like the only one left in the house who has an imagination anymore!!!
So, I left the sticky it notes on the table. If the epoxy from the glue ruins the stain on my heirloom table...oh well. When he gets home I will ask him what exactly is this thing he has made, and I will tell him that I love it and I will gently remind him next time that he should ask before using mom's school supplies and that we can't just tape things willy-nilly. We have to make sure it is to a surface that will not be ruined by it...and them I'm hoping he invites me to play with whatever it is that he has going on under there!
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