The other night at book club, my pocket rang. It was Jeff. "Why do we keep non-water-soluble fabric paint in the craft cabinet where Charlie can get it?" he asked.
Charlie had painted his legs, his sweater, the hallway carpet, and the curtains. Pink.
*Several seconds of silence.*
"See you later!" I said. Click.
On the way back Sarah and I agreed that if our husbands were out, we would not call them unless the children had to be hospitalized.
When I got home Charlie was curled up on Jeff's lap in a towel. "Mom, I got bath!" he informed me. "I bet you did," I said. Jeff had managed to get the paint out of the rug. "Did you take pictures?" I asked. He said no: "I was not amused."
*laughs hysterically but silently, must not disturb the roomies*
i would have paid good money to see those pictures! and jeesh, if he'd taken pictures of charlie, just THINK of the blackmail material you'd have when he's 11 and thinks pink=DEATH.
lolllllllllllll
Posted by: shaina | February 14, 2008 at 01:02 AM
How could Jeff not be amused? And what was he doing the entire time that Charlie was painting? Doesn't he know if children are quiet...they are probably up to something. Me...I pulled down the wallpaper in the den because I ran out of drawing paper. What a good child I was.
Posted by: Michelle | February 14, 2008 at 09:18 AM
Bwahaha!! There was just NO other way for you to answer that call! Well, I'm very amused :)
Posted by: Jesse | February 14, 2008 at 02:06 PM
He's an imp, that Charlie. :) I am also amused. GSZ is a menace with our art supplies. I have no good place to store them where he doesn't have access to some that are not meant for two-year-olds. So I'm just keeping everything where it is. He'll be three someday...
Posted by: Heather Z | February 14, 2008 at 03:37 PM
I remember babysitting two of my regular kids at the home of 2 other children, at the parents request. I put one child down for a nap. An hour later I went in to discover that he had gotten into the magic markers and covered three walls with "art work", along with himself, the bed clothes and the rug. I just about freaked... Apparently the father of the house had a nasty temper and he did not see his wife's point of view about how "it was time to redecorate that room anyway". You will note that the blame went to the babysitter, not the babysittee.....
It will make a good story later, and yah, he shouldda taken a picture, but he "is" a son of my side of the family, and we tend to take a day or two to see the humor.... Unlike the incredible people that we have the ongoing luck to marry :)
Posted by: jo | February 14, 2008 at 09:53 PM