This morning when I went to wake Mary Ella up for church, I noticed our pantry door was open and there was a chair right inside; this is not unusual, because ever since we put her in her big girl bed, she's been a regular early morning pantry raider. So I figured she'd gotten herself a snack. I went to her room and found her sitting up in her bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, her blue eyes barely peeking over the top. I told her good morning, to which she immediately replied, "IIIIII'm just not ready to get up; I'm really really tired."
I knew something was up.
So I pulled back the covers and gasped in horror when I saw this:
I swear, my immediate thought was that she had somehow gotten one of my razors and tried to shave her legs.
But then I realized it wasn't blood at all, just a marker. Or so I thought. I asked her what was all over her and she wouldn't say anything for the longest time and then finally told me it was "the waffle paint." The waffle paint?! I was trying to think what in the world she was talking about as I went back into the living room to investigate; I looked on all the walls and, other than the crayon drawings that we still haven't wiped away, I didn't see any "new" artwork.
Then I looked at the couch.
And saw a tiny box.
Of food coloring.
And my couch cushions.
It looked like a mass murder had taken place.
Just food coloring.
I then knew what she was talking about when she said "the waffle paint" because I sometimes use food coloring to make her pancakes whatever color she wants, so that she'll eat them. I call the food coloring "paint" sometimes.
Maybe "paint" wasn't the word I should've used.
Anyway, Mary Ella received a good dose of discipline (read: major spanking) and then I stuck her in the bathtub and scrubbed her with nearly every bath product we had, including almost an entire tube of toothpaste, half a bottle of rubbing alcohol and all sorts of body washes and shampoos and shaving creams. To no avail. The color faded just a little and I did get most of it off her face, but we ended up going to church with a pink-legged little girl. I explained to her Sunday school teachers what had happened so they wouldn't be alarmed, and we laughed about it for the rest of the day.
I posted a picture of her on Facebook and died laughing at some of the responses of people telling me what they or their children had gotten into, and it seems that this situation could've been much worse! So for that I'm thankful. I'm also thankful for the solutions offered - I think I will try the M30 first (it's apparently what mechanics use to get grease off their hands and it is also known to remove crayon from ANY surface, which we need to do anyway with nearly EVERY wall in our entire house). If that doesn't work we'll take her to our neighbor's house, who gladly offered to pressure wash her. Thank you Uncle Les.
I guess one thing's for certain - she's definitely ready for Valentines Day!
Hope everyone had a great Sunday! Looking forward to lots of sunshine this week!