STORYTELLING SUNDAY......BUBBLE PAINTING

Today  is STORYTELLING SUNDAY in the little part of the blogosphere that I frequent....bloggers from all over the globe, brought together by the the lovely SIAN over at From High in the Sky, to share a story on the first Sunday of every month. It can be a long story, a short story, a story with or without a photograph or a layout...Sian welcomes everyone with open arms, and then we all do a bit of blog hopping, reading each other's tales....it's fun!- if you don't already do so, why not come along and take part?

Mine is a short story this month (inspired by THIS STORY by DEB last month..thanks Deb!)

Many moons ago, when Stuart had started school, and Kirsty was about a year old, I was a Playleader.....the older more mature  mums among us will remember the pre-Nursery days when we took our children to Playgroup for a couple of mornings a week, then rushed off to enjoy a blissful few hours of child-free cleaning, shopping, coffee-drinking or whatever your 'mission' was for those few precious hours (unless of course they were 'on duty' and had to stay to help. Well, I was one of the ladies the children were left with, and I have to say, I loved it...for those of you who don't know, working with children has always been my 'thing', and it's one of the things I miss most about living here in Spain. ...anyway I digress.

For the two years before Kirsty went to school, she was one of our Playgroup children...though she also attended another one, so that she had some experience without mum being there...and also so that I could have a few childfree hours of my own.

One of the favourite activities at our Playgroup was 'Bubble Painting'. The idea was to suck up a little paint in a straw, then to blow it down onto the paper and make prints similar to these....

SOURCE

....., but fun! It wasn't an everyday activity, but maybe we did it every three weeks or so.

On the first morning we bubble-painted when Kirsty was with us, my co-worker (and friend) Janette was overseeing the activity..and suddenly she let out a shout for me...I ran through (we had two rooms-a 'Quiet Room' and a 'Noisy Room') to discover Kirsty coughing and spluttering, with all this blue paint spurting out of her mouth and nose! Yes...I had the only child we had ever had, who forgot to stop sucking!! Janette and I just took one look at each other and burst out laughing....I hasten to add if it had been any other child we would probably reacted differently....but poor Kirsty got laughed at! I dragged her off to the toilets to clean her up ....and to try and convince her that we weren't really laughing at her, just at the fact it had never happened before (nor did it happen again) and that the fact she belonged to me made it even funnier!

She has never forgotten the incident, or quite forgiven us for laughing at her, but she does join in with the laughter when we tell the story!

To read (or, indeed join in with a story of your own) head on over HERE...and thanks again Sian, for the encouragement to get another story written down!

Thanks for dropping by!

take care of you

Alison xx