I can paint a little tutu on it and make it a ballerina piggy. Or paint a saddle on the back and make it a cowgirl piggy. Or a princess piggy....
"Mom, can I paint my pig now?"
"How about tomorrow, honey. It's late.
6:30 a.m. I hear my bedroom door open. "Mom! Can I paint my pig now?"
I roll off the bed, trying not to wake up baby brother.
We walk into the playroom - she puts on her Rapunzel dress - and I get the piggy out of the box.
"Can mommy help you? I can paint a ballerina piggy!" (using my most convincing voice)
"No. I want to do it by myself."
I opened up the paint and handed her the paint brush, relinquishing all my ideas for the piggy. As much as I wanted to make a cute little decoration for her room, I knew she would love painting it herself. And I always encourage her to be creative.
"What color do you want to use first?"
the poor piggy looked like it had been slaughtered.
I was happy when she decided it needed more color.
She is so proud of her piggy.
A Noelle original.
And much more interesting than a ballerina piggy.