His Color is Red
I'm blessed to be a WAHM and have loved every minute of it....well almost. Just the other day I sat in my kitchen with a new team member that had come over for some one-on-one training. This particular day, my 4-year-old son was not in school and was hanging out with me and the twins (8 months) while this new recruit and I did some training. I sent him outside to play with our family dog, Flash. The morning was moving along nice and quiet....that should have been my first sign. QUIET??! A 4-year-old quiet?? He was in a secure backyard, with the family dog that would protect him at any cost, so I kept on going with my busniess...and then I saw a bright red "Flash" streak across my backyard. I thought for a moment, humm, our dog is NOT red. He's black and brown. I jumped up and ran to the window and found a RED dog! Yes, my sweet son had found some poster paint that one of my older daughter's left out in the backyard and decided Flash was not pretty enough. He needed some color. Flash was painted from snout to tail with bright red paint. My son was painted from head to toe with bright red paint. They both stood their looking at me waiting for me to say something. He just stood there with the paint in one hand and the brush in the other and the dog just wagged his tail and smiled. My son then said, "Mama, I think red is Flash's color. Is red your color too?" How could I get mad? I tried to be serious, but I couldn't. I ran to get my camera and of course the battery was DEAD! AH!