Entry FeedLast night I came home to find my husband snoozing on the couch, but the kids painting at the kitchen table. OK - you know who gets to clean this one up.
They were all pretty enthusiastic, and I think they made at least three of four paintings each. When I walked over to one side the table to admire them, I noticed red footprints on the floor.
"Stop!" I said, "Let me look at your feet." They all complied. The boys were wearing socks - no red there. Daughter was barefoot. She had paint on her nightgown, her arms, and her face. But her feet seemed clean. However, I kept her in mind as the number one suspect. Husband suspected me, and as my socks were black, I wasn't 100% sure he was wrong. I took them off.
Down on my hands and knees, I scrubbed away the prints. I also cleaned a suspicious looking smear off of one of the chairs.
Husband came into the kitchen and noticed more prints. We cleaned those up. Now it was time to put the paints away and get the kids to bed. STILL MORE PRINTS!
This was getting weird.
We kept cleaning, and footprints kept appearing. Son One thought it was funny, but I was sort of getting a little freaked out. Were we haunted? By a frustrated painter?
Finally, husband, the detective that he is, cracked the case. He found a print over by the cat bowls. See - you knew we had three kids, but I have never before mentioned Merlin, our 11 year-old black male domestic long-hair.
Husband scooped Merlin up and checked his paws. Sure enough, one of the back ones had red paint. Caught - red pawed! Now if we could just convince Merlin to take a bath.
that's too funny for words T :-) and for your reference I have "bathed a cat" my cat had an allergy and we had to "bathe" him - it was a two person job - we had to do it about once a month - it was never a happy moment.