DH is sick and G has been feeling a little off this week (we think it's two year molars). So we are taking it easy today. DH is resting in bed watching Star Trek reruns, G is alternating playing and watching a Mickey Mouse DVD, and I'm cleaning up the craft room. I had it almost clean and then I held a class on Friday and I had to decide whether it was more important to clean the room or have projects ready for the participants. In preparation for class, the room ended up getting pretty trashed again, although I have most of the class stuff put away now. So I'm back to working on finding homes for the various odds and ends left in the middle of the room. G decided to come check on what I was doing and stepped into the doorway to assess my work. I looked at him waiting for him to speak, and this is what he said, "Messy! Trash! All trash! Mommy's trash!". Then he turned and ran back to the living room to watch more Mickey.
Speaking of Mickey, last week G and I were drawing on his easel. He wanted me to draw a picture of Mickey Mouse's clubhouse, which is made up of Mickey parts. So we drew the house with the ears and the shoes. Then he wanted me to add the hands. I couldn't remember where the hands went on the clubhouse, so I asked G "Here? What about here?" as I pointed to various parts of the clubhouse drawing. He finally agreed where the hands should go, so I drew them on the picture. G decided that wasn't where they were supposed to go after all and told me "No. Bad Mickey, Mommy. Bad!". I didn't know we were raising an art critic.