Friday, March 6, 2009

One in a Vermillion

Oh Mr. Clean Magic Eraser...what would I do without you?

It was a dark and stormy night. (Well, it was early evening anyway.) "Paint with me, Mom," she said. Five minutes later...


Let's get a closer look at that, shall we?


Yes, boys and girls. That is vermillion paint on my wall. I didn't have the foresight to take a picture of her arm, but imagine a similar scenario from wrist to shoulder on a 9-year-old arm.

How did it happen, you ask?


Let's zoom in a little closer on that...



Yeah. That's what I thought. The paint is coming from the BOTTOM of the tube. The part that would normally face AWAY from the paper. I guess I can be thankful it wasn't aimed at the textured ceiling. Apparently when the tip is plugged (damn cheap dollar-store paint), and you squeeze...well, you get the picture.

One Mr. Clean Magic Eraser later:


Kind of put a damper on painting, but I did get a lovely picture:


Apparently vermillion is sorry too. :)

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4 comments:

mommytoalot said...

LOL
I love Mr. Clean Magic Eraser as well..
great pictures...

American in Norway said...

Wish we had Mr. Clean over here... Bless her little heart... at least she said sorry....again...

This Mom said...

Mr. Clean has saved my kids lives more than once.

lmerie said...

Ahhhh, what a sweet apology!! And thank goodness for Mr. Clean!