The Couch Of Many Colors
Sometimes, I wonder if perhaps Joseph’s coat of many colors had anything to do with a toddler’s imagination and colored markers – or, dye in their case. I wonder if it was truly a gift or more of a “well, kid – I’m certainly not wearing that jacket, and you made it so here.”
Wonder if you can do the same thing with a couch? It might be a little cumbersome, but it’d definitely be warm…or could take the place of any future beds we would’ve bought her.
I’m not sure what it is exactly that makes a child go for a sofa or walls or television over yards of fresh paper but today, Lorelei drew me a beautiful picture. I’m not really sure what the picture was of – which may be due to the toddler’s drawing skills or that my eyes refused to focus that hard – all I know is that it covered 2 sections of my sectional sofa.
Immediately, I instructed my daughter (who hasn’t done this since she was a BABY) to sit down for a timeout and to not talk. She just wanted to point out the beautiful colors she’d used and demanded to know why I called her “Little Miss” when her name was in fact LORELEI.
I searched the internet quickly to find out what my best weapon against marker on my couch would be, without setting the stain or making it worse. Simultaneously, my brain began considering possible art deco or graffitti style decor in case I couldn’t get the marker out of my furniture.
With a baby wipe in hand, I began scrubbing the fuschia out of the couch while I dialed my husband’s work number with the other hand. “Please tell me that it doesn’t matter, it’s just a couch,” I said with one quick breath after he’d barely uttered a hello. “Can you please hold?” He asked, most likely receiving numerous other phone calls simultaneously.
PLEASE HOLD? SURE, WHY NOT. WHAT’S AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN WHEN I HAVE 2 SICK KIDS AND FEEL LIKE CRAP TOO ALREADY?
It’s quite possible that I’m totally overreacting… I mean, fuschia’s never hurt anybody (unless it’s a tuxedo at prom). And, it goes well with the juice cup stains, chocolate, pizza, and yogurt stains from almost every toddler that has been over here to eat.
In fact, I might just dye the whole thing fuschia.
And, no…I can’t just buy a cover for my couch because it’s a funky shape (a short curved back). So, if you leave that in the suggestions box, I’m taking it as you offering to custom sew me one. Mmkay?
And Lorelei, it’s okay sweetie, I forgive you. You just gave me the perfect gift idea for your wedding… (hope you like fuschia)
*EDIT* I am not actually having an emotional breakdown. Not today, anyways.
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Comments
Hockeymandad
Hehehe…..I’m not laughing to further your frustration, I’m laughing at the scene in 10 years when you tell this story to her friends. Kids will be kids and furniture always needs sprucing up in their opinion. I think every parent has to teach this “not on the *insert something not paper related here*” lesson. Eventually, you’ll probably replace that couch and when you do, you’ll think of this incident and likely smile about it.