So when my baby turned two, I bought him a blackboard and some chalk. It was time for him to be creative. Sure, I thought, at first he'd just draw some lines, but with time those lines would turn into whatever he wants them to be. I don't know if he grows up to be an artist, but at least he will grow up with imagination and creativity and the simple magic of turning an empty page into a canvass.
And of course, as soon as I opened the box of chalks, he took one and started using it on the wooden bed frame.
And did I tell him what he did was beautiful? Did I encourage his imaginative thinking-outside-the-box? Did I quietly leave the room to let him explore his world alone?
I told him he should only use the chalk on the blackboard. The bed is for sleeping, and the blackboard is for drawing. And then I erased the chalk from the bed frame.