Paint

After the nail polish experience, I thought that maybe Josh would like to paint.  He could pick his colors, put them in the order he wanted...perfect solution, right?  I had picked up a paint set with some posters at the dollar store the week before and gave it to him yesterday.  He seemed excited. Feeling like I'd finally found something that might bring Josh some desire to focus and work hard, I set him up with his paint, water cup and paper outside on the driveway. (He chose that spot, not me.) I watched for a second as he dipped his brush in the green paint and smiling to myself I walked inside.  As I busied myself with computer work, I marveled that Josh had already been outside for 15 min.  When I heard the door open a few min later, I was excited to see what Josh had accomplished  in all that time. I knew in my heart that he had carefully painted the posters with utmost care and concern.  I was sooo wrong.

                                                  A painted dandelion, just for me.