At a play place recently, Ryan got his hand stamped. I’m sure this isn’t the first time it’s happened, but for some reason he noticed this time. “Can I keep this sticker at home?” he asked. I told him it would probably wear off, but that I had stamps at home we could play with.
So we did. He absolutely, passionately refused the use of paper, but he was happy to decorate any part of his body he could reach, eventually taking off his clothes to give himself more canvas.
And I admit, I had fun too.
Also I learned not to turn my back on him, lest he abandon the stamps and begin rubbing the ink pad directly on his body. The violet ink in particular was bad; the blue components faded, but the reddish ones didn’t. For days he looked bruised.