Oh boy, this is an oldie but it’s too good to not share. This past spring, April I belive, I pulled into my driveway after work as usual. Something caught my eye and I slowly took in the following scene:
And then? Then I saw this:
After that I think I had a stroke. I’m hazy on the details but within seconds of seeing my face, Flower had a tub of water and a sponge, scrubbing with all her might and crying hysterically. Poor girl, I hadn’t even yelled at her or punished her yet…that was still to come.
I sent her in the house to deal with her later while I surveyed the damage:
There had been more handprints here but she got to it before I came back out with the camera:
Same here – it was more “art” before she started trying to clean it up.
But this… This is what I was REALLY worried about:
Never mind that she had gotten into my FORBIDDEN craft closet and taken one of my paints. Never mind that she had painted half-a-dozen things that were most certainly NOT paper. Never mind that her brother was doing a rotten job of “baby sitting”. And don’t EVEN get me started on the lit birthday candles – that right there is stroke-worthy all on it’s own!
My neighbors BRICK HOUSE was painted in RED acrylic paint. AUUGHH!
And I had less than an hour to make dinner, get homework done and get out the door to our YW activity that I was in charge of that night.
First thing I did was call WD and tell him all about how rotten HIS children were. Then I took a deep breath and knocked on my neighbors door.
Turns out, only one of the handprints on the house came from my child, the other was from the neighbor’s daughter who is also the same age (phew!). WD came home right after and with plenty of soap, hot water and scrubbing, the brick came clean! Although, my little scrubbie brush will never be the same.
And no, Flower was NOT beaten or harmed in any way. She was lectured without mercy before she was grounded from anything fun for an entire week.
