Friday, May 31, 2013

This is why we can't have anything nice

Yesterday afternoon I noticed Elizabeth sitting on the floor concentrating hard on an art project. I did a a double take and screamed in horror.

Her art project was my floor.





When I sent her to her room, she had the nerve to look surprised.

6 comments:

FishyGirl said...

Yikes! Magic Eraser to the rescue. Right? RIGHT?

Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Oh boy, that's rough. I remember those days. Hope it cleans up.

Becky said...

That's what rugs are for?

anymommy said...

Sometimes, things get ruined in my house and I just throw them away and think, oh well, one less thing to worry about. Sometimes, I throw a momtrum.

Jungle Pete said...

I'm resigned to the fact that my house is an a art project. But the boy still gets washable crayons and markers.

Susan said...

I feel your pain.