Family in Feast and Feria

I've been working on a project of painting t-shirts for dh for the last few days. I finished up late last night. Because it was late, I didn't clean up my work space. Today I was either on the run or on the couch, so I forgot to clean again.

So just before bedtime, ds comes to me saying he can't get the gunk off his hands. The "gunk", I find out, is chocolate, and it's now wiped all over his shorts. I remembered I had left a piece of chocolate out on the table (don't ask), so I told him to throw it away. (To my relief he didn't eat it.)

We proceed with the bath, and he says that his arms hurt from the scissors. What scissors? Why, the ones on the dining room table, of course. It takes me a while to piece together that from my unclean work space he took the scissors, tried to cut the chocolate, and then in cutting he got his arm. Just little scratches, nothing dangerous.

I chastised him for getting into Mommy's stuff, of course. But then the conversation turns, because he looks at me in all sincerity and tells me I really shouldn't have left out my tools, but cleaned up my work space.

And he's right on all accounts. After all, chocolate and scissors have infinite possibilities and such a big temptation for a three year old. I'm such a bad mommy for leading him into temptation. ;-)

We both learned our lessons today.