Today the light bulb went off. Instead of letting my son grind chalky streaks into the hardwood floor and along his dome, maybe I might take him outside and let him go chalk-wild on the sidewalk. I think that’s maybe why it’s called sidewalk chalk?
Once outside, I was hoping that Chooch would sit quietly in the grass and watch in awe as I created colorful masterpieces upon the cement. Instead, he stole his own pieces and scrawled angry lines through my fantastic doodles. And I had a REALLY AWESOME robot out there, too. I even took the time to SHADE that bitch.
Chooch is napping now and the competitve side of me wants to go back out and draw a bigger, badder robot. A robot with a gaping maw that’s engulfing all of Chooch’s gay drawings. But I have to let Chooch win sometimes, right?
Parenting is hard.