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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