My 7-year old son can be a horror about making his bed. He has a "slow consideration for a unique design" personality that would probably be fitting on Project Runway.
You see, I'm not allowed to help him make the bed. According to him, I need to step away because I don't know what I'm doing. I tried to present my lengthy resume of bed-making experience, including the hospital corners I used to put on his crib sheets. Alas, he still declared me a pitiful amateur.
The problem is, Lil Z implements a unique sheet/comforter/blanket configuration on each pass, and matches this with a unique display of his stuffed animals, like this (click images for larger version):
Now if you've ever entered Lil Z's room, you'd wonder why he wasn't so anal about the rest of his personal space. He has no concept of the need for an area to actually walk. If OSHA saw his room, they'd declare the need for safety gear - including hardhats.
In closing, I present the following photo evidence - an open and shut case - that even the stuffed animals understand the dangers of navigating Lil Z's room and lean on prayer for hope:
He's growing and expressing himself in his own way.
Posted by: BluJewel | October 10, 2006 at 08:50 AM