While I washed the dishes Amy toddled about happily and I was startled out of my skin when I heard Sarah scream “Moooooom!” While Sarah was playing with her nail polish (painting designs on styrofoam sheets) Amy helped herself to Sarah’s lipgloss. Amy had pink goo from her toes to her hair. I plopped her in the top but scrubbing with baby soap had little effect on what can only be described as vaseline with pink food coloring. Fourty-five minutes later, a semi-clean but completely ticked off toddler emerged from the tub and left behind a gloppy pink tub ring. Now I have Sarah and Tommy whining and complaining because I “promised” them we would have store tonight. I wonder if there’s any alcohol in this house?
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