Truman wants to play with food coloring on the couch. On. The. Couch.
Not happening.
I told him he could play with it in the shower where it could be cleaned but he didn't like that idea.
He is now throwing a tantrum about it.
There was a time I would let this make me angry and frustrated, but I won't. It's a battle I can't win.
I can only hope to give him to the tools to understand why he can't do it and move forward.
p.s. File the food coloring under the light bright category of potential awesomeness gone horribly wrong. I bought it for crafts and it has become a constant attraction and now potential mess of doom.
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