4 coloured pencils.....

We've been having floods in the bathroom. Empty the sink and the water was just gushing right out the back into ample puddles on the floor. Needless to say that it has taken 4 days to get anyone out to fix it. He came today. 4 coloured pencils, jammed so far down the plughole that the pipe at the back of the sink had split. 4. FOUR. don't you just adore little boys? I love the way their minds work..." ooh wonder what would happen if....." and then to keep doing it, one pencil, two pencils, 3 pencils...four....OK bored now.
Funny how they don't get bored with drawing.....on things that shouldn't be drawn on. Like this computer screen, one of those lovely sort of soft touch things that look like they are fiiled with water, I kind of like poking it myself and watching the shapes but when you're 43 you know that it's probably not the wisest thing to do with. When you're 3 though....man it's fun to use a biro on that screen. Felt tip is onbviously best on the TV screen. Crayon on the walls and nail polish on carpets, or maple syrup mixed with peanuts.
You'd think that these boys are somehow deprived of new sensations, experiences, challenges. Not so..H is the greatest dad for letting them do stuff...it's a common sight to see even Eli having a go with the drill, they get pieces of wood and electric screwdrivers and take turns making great stuff.....they get to cook, make their own cereal, sandwiches, they dig, build, demolish , you name it, they get to try it, wouldn't you think that those odd moments they don't have someone watching them like a hawk they would just relax, watch some TV, read a book, take a nap? I have yet to work out when it is they ARE unsupervised, I swear H and I take shifts! I think these hooligans have board meetings when they are in their room and pretending to sleep, I bet they plan every day in minute detail leaving nothing to chance.
Just as my brain feels it is time to be relaxing and telling itself it is probably time I started cross stitch and reading Woman's weekly, making scrap books of crochet patterns and recipes it is being asked to be five steps ahead of three little boys who have far greater plans for it! How completely lucky am I to have the chance of reliving this joy again, of refusing to cave in to my body and brains demands for rest and grasping such delights again? Sometimes God can be very good.