
It's hard to tell in the picture, but she'd shampooed her hair with it, rubbed various spots on her clothes with it, and had large handfuls of it, prepped for various new locations. She was not very pleased to see me. Seeing as how she'd sequestered herself in the closet with a closed door, it was obvious she knew she was breaking a rule, but she seemed to have been having a grand ol' time. The carpet was soaked with it too. The room reeked of artificial soap perfume all day long. What a crazy girl. I just took a picture, hosed her off, and thanked my lucky starts it wasn't finger paint again (as we experienced with Benjamin a while back). However, the soap has once again been put away (for good, this time, I hope.)
Quick cute quote from Benjamin: I picked him up from school on Thursday and he asked, "Why did you come back?" "To pick you up, sweetheart, so we could go home," I replied. "But I don't want to go home," he stated matter-of-factly. I'm so glad he likes school so much. I won't take it personally. :)

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Michelle, Your blog is by far the most entertaining that I read. I died when I read the Christmas posting I just about died...and thought, how would I react to seeing my child spit out a glass bulb with the food coloring dripping from their mouth. Let's just say that I don't think I would handle that well. :)
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