Freshly Chewed Crayons

Well, I have a 3 year old, just turned and she's a joy, but a challenge- a challenge to challenge, that is.  Why do children this age need to eat objects that don't belong in their bodies?  You come around the corner to find that all the paper is missing from the crayons and someone's mouth is blue...and teeth...and hands...and the carpet...and...   Okay, so you get the picture.  At this point, some parents would just laugh, but those parents aren't busy mommies who are tired of cleaning messes. Let's be honest here, once you clean up one spill and another two minutes after, it DOES get old.  Lucky me, I've decided to change from being a type A to ... some other letter farther away down the alphabet. :)  Well, how about an "h" for "happy"?  I've got a new post it on the kitchen window to see everyday, all day long (which is how I learn to change). PS This is very effective!  The note says, "I will choose to be happy this minute."  Difficult, right?  Well...it's not as hard as it looks- unfortunately. Then I'd have an easy excuse for letting things bother me my whole adult life.  My wise husband was correct (shh, don't tell him); it IS a choice and you make your life what it is in how you react to well, LIFE.  Oh, bother! So, next time I see some freshly chewed crayons, I have a choice. You can bet I'll be in the kitchen reading my window.