It wasn't about color, or forms, or symmetry, or even coloring in the lines.
It was, of course, about the appropriate places to color.
From the kitchen I heard an odd sound... peeking around the corner to the living room I saw the inevitable... blue crayon being enthusiastically dragged across the hardwood floor.
I have been vowing to maintain calm in moments that are not potentially harmful, so I set up our lesson.
Pulled out the giant coloring book, put it down on the floor next to her new design, and said "Coloring on the paper, YES, coloring on the floor, NO, Paper, YES, Floor, NO!"
Oddly enough, I think that she got it.
Until tomorrow morning.
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