My sweet (and oh so creative) little boy has coloured the dog green. Yes, it's true. I am not making this up. Splashy wide streaks of green from head to tail. The effect lies somewhere between vandalism and street art. I guess it's a matter of perspective.
They were out walking the dogs when I arrived. When the door opened and I heard "I am home!" the first thing I saw was a green dog. A quick double take on my part. "Anong nangyari sa aso?" "Kinulayan po ni Seb." was the answer. As Lilia cleaned the flat, Seba kept (very) busy in his room. The dog wasn't the only thing green. Little Guy was also dressed in green with matching green streaks on his arms.
Maybe it was the unexpectedness of this whole scenario but I wasn't up for a lecture on why one should never colour the dog green. Besides, I knew M. would have this discussion with him.
The gist: He wanted to have a green dog for Christmas. He used the permanent marker from the kitchen on doggy and the whiteboard marker (from his room) on himself. Doggy would have been "all green" but his hand got tired. Yes, he agreed no more colouring the dog. Green. Or any colour for that matter.
Later that evening, as I was tucking him in: "Mommy I also know how to cut a dog's hair."
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