A friend makes a habit of giving her kids tempera and paintbrushes and letting them loose on her glass. I thought it would be fun to welcome Dad home from a business trip that way. So I set the kids up and left them like this:
Sweet little artists-in-training, of course.
I put in a load of laundry, hopped on the computer to check a few blogs (y’all were busy beavers that day!), and came back upstairs to this:
Well, before I show you you have to promise not to laugh too hard. Put down your hot coffee and put aside your judgment, because there has to be at least one time in your life you did something so silly as I did.
Seems they thought painting one another and the floor, and mixing various shades of browns and greys would be more fun!
I found one spot I loved on the door–come to find out, it came from them lathering painting their hands and doing high fives. Well, that explains paint splatters in a 15 foot radius.
So, I get the body painting, and even the handprints, but I just don’t understand the airplane seating leading to the sink. Maybe one of them secretly has arms like ElastiGirl!
Daddy loved his welcome home: