I spent half an hour in my dryer drum last night. The reason that I was in the dryer drum was because there was a crayon that went through the cycle and melted down to a fat stripe around the interior. Things like this happen daily.
You may enjoy pictures of something else that happened this week: the kids found some drippings of deck paint and painted themselves, the patio, the house, and their dump trucks red. When I realized what had happened, I told them to de-robe immediately (their clothes were soaked with paint and I was afraid that it would spread everywhere, which it did anyway). So then they were running around the backyard nude, except for the paint:
I carried them in individually to avoid red footprints on the carpet. Then they sat under the shower for a good 20 minutes while I scrubbed paint off the house (which was easy) and off the patio (which was hard). When I came back to scrub the kids, Michael asked to say a prayer in the bathtub. He bowed his head and prayed that they could be more obedient. It's hard to stay frustrated for long.
3 comments:
Oh, dear little Michael.
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry at this, but I think I'm doing a little of both, and appreciate knowing I'm not the only one to often find messes of this nature...though it seems you handle them far more graciously than I...
Oh, I hope you're not upset that I laughed really hard about your experience. That is really too funny! You reminded me of the time my Jack dumped a nearly full can of paint primer on himself, his beloved blankey, and the kitchen floor. Glad I'm not the only one with curious little boys!
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