Cheese With Your Whine?
11.13.2005
Look at me, Mom! I can paint!!Our bathroom is set up strangely. One of the drawers opens right in front of the door, so that if that drawer is open, it blocks the door from being opened all the way. You've got about 1.5 inches.
This morning we got up kind of late (funny how 7:00 is now late!), and just lounged and played a bit. I finally dragged us upstairs to get ready for the day, brushed our teeth, and got us cleaned up. I left the bathroom to go to my bedroom to put clothes on and assumed that Rylee followed me out.
Rule #1 of parenting: Never assume your kid will do what you think she should just because you think she should do it.
I got dressed and noticed that she wasn't behind me so I went to find her. She was in the bathroom, with the door shut. That is never good news, but I braced myself for what I might find and opened the door.
It stopped at 1.5 inches. Given that she was being very, very quiet, I knew we were going to have a problem. I asked her nicely to shut the drawer and open the door. No luck. I tried being stern. Nope, that didn't work either. After about 5 minutes of trying to no avail to get her to open it, and attempting to squeeze my fingers in and shut the drawer myself, I was just about ready to lose it. I got absolutely no response from her. No noise, nuthin. Nothing that is except a flash of a red finger nail polish bottle with the top removed.
Gah! At this point I was angry, not just frustrated, but angry!! Katie finally came over, somehow the door opened, and I discovered what a toddler can do with a bottle of red nail polish.
She had attempted to paint all of the toenails on her left foot. What she ended up painting her her entire left foot. There was polish all over her hands, my purple rug, on the door, and on the drawer.
Have you ever tried to get an entire bottle of red nail polish off of something? That shit gets thick. It took a good five minutes to get what we did off and there are still very obvious signs of her little adventure.
I suppose that I should just count my blessings and be thankful that she has the mental capacity to do such things, but good lord, what a mess!!!!
