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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.
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:24 PM

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

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  2. Dee at Pedestrian Palate6:38 PM

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

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  3. Becky9:02 AM

    That's what rugs are for?

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  4. anymommy9:12 PM

    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.

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  5. Jungle Pete9:22 AM

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

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  6. Susan10:19 PM

    I feel your pain.

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