To start the day, Kenna found some nail polish and did up her nails. And the counter. And her PJs. Luckily I caught her before she'd gotten any further. It was a lovely shade of purple. I don't even wear nail polish anymore, but the girls had some from a friend and Kenna somehow got ahold of it.
Later, Natalie ventured into the garage (a huge danger-zone) while we were pulling weeds. She found a container of paint leftover from a school project that I had thought was empty. It was in one of those plastic ziploc-type disposable containers. She pried the lid off and dumped it on the floor. I caught her soon after with her hands coated in sky-blue housepaint. I rushed her to the utility sink, took off my jacket (my good jacket - I'm so glad I remembered I was wearing it before she touched me!) and washed her. Brynne came and cleaned up the floor as best she could. I tossed all the wet paint coated clothing in the wash and ran a load immediately. Every glob of paint came out! I was ecstatic because otherwise her shoes would have been ruined. Sadly, I didn't see the paint that had gotten on my jeans until it was too late.
Not too bad, but definitely caused for some interesting moments in our day.
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2 comments:
I'm so relieved I'm not the only one that stuff happens to. Brennan had only VERY minor incidents - never drew on himself even. I had thought I was just an exceptional parent, but Asher has reminded me otherwise :-)
I guess it's time for painting at your house! All in a day, right?
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