Not My Thing

I took Ian to school this morning, and stayed for about an hour and a half to play. It was his Star Day, which means he was the teacher’s helper, and got to bring something for Show N’ Tell. As me, Ian, and a classmate finished making a monster out of blocks, Ian’s teacher told me a story she said I had to share with everyone.

On Tuesday, the kids painted with their feet. Ian’s pretty fastidious, so I was sure I knew where the story was going. He wouldn’t paint. ‘No, thank you.’ After several attempts at coaxing Ian into joining the fun, he finally looked at his teacher, wrinkled his nose, and shrugged.

‘I’m just not a feet painting kinda man.’