Storage de Atré

I've raved about the blessing of all day Kindergarten before, but now I'm going to let you know of the downside: Art.

The art itself isn't the downside - I enjoy everything that the little guy does - it's the sheer quantity that's being brought home. He had so much stuff the other day I asked him if he was bringing other kid's art home too. (He denies it, but I'm going to keep my eye out.)

I'm sure his teacher is just planting him in front of paint and glue to while away the day. (That's what I'd do if I had a class of 6 year olds to entertain for six hours.) If he either shits rainbows or can't shit at all, I'll know that's the case. Although if he did shit a rainbow, it would probably be on a canvas and she'd send it home in his backpack anyway.

It's only November and he's already filled up one tote and is going to have the second one filled by Christmas. Given his rate of production, he's probably the reincarnation of a master forger in a P.O.W camp in WW2 - if he brings home Identification papers and the ink's still wet, I'm going to freak out.

I'm also worried about fire saftey - that much glue, paint, paper, sparkles and whatnot stored in one place can't be safe. If I told him we had to burn some in the firepit out back, do you think he'd be upset? What if I made it into a hot-dog roast? Do you think he'd mind then? "Hold your hot dog over where your Thanksgiving pictures are, son - all those fake feathers throw off a ton of heat!"

We'll see how it goes - right now The Wife says I'm forbidden to throw anything out upon pain of....well, pain. So until I can either finish the ManCave/Underground Storage Bunker I've been dreaming of or convince The Wife to let go of some of his lesser works (Maybe from his "Impressionist" period of 2 weeks ago), it's going to get worse before it gets better.

If you read of a guy suffocated Horder's-style by Popsicle sticks and Elmer's glue in the news: Yeah - that'll be me.








Later.