Why is it that when children decide to break into paint to paint your walls, they always, always, always pick the bright red paint?
I came home from work tonight at 8:30pm, completely exhausted from my first week at my new job and my first full-time job in nearly two years only to find Jack covered in bright red paint.
I went down the hallway and there it was.
A red-striped wall.
A red-striped door.
Red paint on my couch.
Red paint everywhere.
My first inclination, of course, was to throttle him. Thankfully for his little neck, I had just come from a Y function where people had talked about how the Y had changed their lives when they had nothing. So, since I had a house and food on the table, I had been feeling pretty blessed.
Then I saw the red paint.
Though my clinched teeth, I said, "Jack, honey, why did you paint my walls?" He looked at me with those giant brown eyes and said, "But Mommy, I wanted to make the wall beautiful for you! Isn't it beautiful?"
Ugh.
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- Originally from Virginia, I have been living in Dallas for since 2001. In addition to a wonderful husband, Jon, I have two children, Jack born in 2004 and Eva born in 2006. On February 29, 2008 my then 16 month old daughter, Eva, was diagnosed with Stage III neuroblastoma. She has successfully had tumor removal surgery and four rounds of chemotherapy.
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3 comments:
Joanna and I once had a similiar experience, only it was with lipstick. At least it would come off with a little work...one day you will laugh. One day, probably not in the near future, but one day. :) Just wait...there will be more to come honey!
Lipstick might actually be harder, I think than the paint.
I'm still waiting for that laughing day!!!
:)
You're a better person that I, because if it were Alex I would have throttled him. And mande him repaint the wall.
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