We were cleaning up the kitchen after supper.
Anika was still in her high chair.
Elizabeth wanted to work on her “project” which had been a mix of markers, water color paints and pipe cleaners she had been working on all weekend.
Half of her project was on the dining room table and the other half was spread across on the island in the basement. She was going back forth up and down the stairs while we cleaned up the kitchen.
For a few minutes she seemed strangely quiet and I asked Nathan what she was doing on her project but he said he had just heard her washing her hands in our main floor bathroom which has become routine for Miss E. She washes her hands at least a dozen times a day.
Just then she appeared from the bathroom, proclaiming…
“Yook (look) at my hands!”
Miss E had dug out a plastic storage bin that I keep acrylic paints in and we have previously used them for Hunter’s school projects. They were off limits for Miss E. But she found them necessary for her project and told us post-painting the paint “yeaked (leaked)” and so did the glue.
The paint did not just leak on E’s hands and clothes but across two floors of our house including furniture, flooring and bathroom fixtures.
There were about 87 spots of paint like this from the basement to the main floor.
I attacked the carpet, furniture and paint “project” clean up when wrangling Anika only to find…
my favorite man on earth cleaning the main floor after he had soaked Miss E in the tub.
But this paint will be haunting us…and amusing us for years to come.
Doesn’t everyone have one of “those” stories from their childhood? The story that parents tell them repeatedly throughout their childhood into adulthood. I have a couple of scars to remind of my childhood “stories”. Thankfully Miss E is scarless and clean with only some stained clothing as a reminder of her story we will be retelling for decades to come.