I'm trying really hard not laugh aloud as I write this because Jeffrey is sleeping right beside me. But, it's proving to be a bit of a challenge considering there are still some telltale evidence of Jeff's rumble with a small bottle of paint. Let's recap the adventure, shall we?
Scott was sitting in the living room, working on his laptop, I'm in the bedroom gulping down huge amounts of ginger ale to try and get my stomachache to go away, and Jeff has followed Ethan into the kitchen. On the kitchen table is a small bottle of paint the boys used to paint some wooden cars, but, alas! The cap on the silver paint is not on tight.
Can you see where this is going?
So Jeff pulls himself up, using one of the chairs, and immediately goes for the paint. Which just so happens to be near the edge of the table. Said paint falls off the table and onto the tile floor, but before anyone can register what is happening, Jeff plops down in the middle of the puddle and sticks his hands into the mess.
To his credit, Ethan quickly picks up the paint bottle, then tells Scott what happened. The next thing I know, Scott is rushing into the room with Jeffrey, whose legs, arms and bottom half of his face is colored silver. The warm water in the bath tub takes care of most of the paint, but I end up taking a sponge to the poor kids skin to get the rest of it off. Which means screaming and attempted biting. Jeff biting me, that is, lol.
Afterwards, I have the lovely pleasure of scrubbing the paint from the bath tub. With a stomachache. See how dedicated I am? Yeah, I'm rolling my eyes, too.
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