I knew Dan would be gone all day today so my game plan was to also be gone today. I got the kids up and then headed out to Whittle Shortline Railroad so they could play with the Brio type trains until lunch. I had lunch at a friends.
Naptime did have to be at home. So Greg went down for a nap and Charlotte had quiet play time on the sofa.
Directly after nap we headed out to a different friend's house. Straight from there we went to a third friend's house for dinner.
We came home 30 seconds before Daddy.
That's how he was the one to discover the purple crayon all over the sofa. At first Charlotte didn't want to admit it was her. Then when she did she said, "My mind just couldn't think of anything else to do."
I'm sure using that same reasoning wouldn't be adequate reason to beat her.
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This of course is the time for the "Lilac did it" story about the daddy's crayon on the wall. He tried blaming each sibling in birth order- all of whom were at school- until finally only the cat remained to be blamed. These errant colorers can be rehabilitated so let her live. Try a warm iron over a paper towel or brown paper grocery bag. Since the crayon is purple, try it in the least visible spot first to be sure the heat is lifting the purple pigment not just the wax.
"My mind couldn't think of anything else to do", sounds like cousin Carson a bit.
Sorry, can't let you kill her for this one--she provides so much comic relief for those of us who don't have to live it every day.
Remember the gallon jug of honey on the kitchen floor? We didn't kill you or Katie, just wiped it up and waited for our next adventure.
Color the entire sofa with purple crayon and call it pop art.
The joys of being a Grandparent.
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