Remember last month...when I sacrificed myself to preserve the state of my couch (or "chesterfield", as my Canadian heritage dictates)?
It seems as though it was for naught. In one short day my son managed to:
a) paint one couch cushion with pink, sparkly, nail polish.
b) dispense one large dollop of my favorite lotion (grrr!) on each and every couch cushion (and the coffee table, and the floor, and the wall...).
c) unzip one cushion cover and rip out a not-so-small amount of stuffing.
d) use a purple marker to "change" the color of the armrest.
He was obviously bent on destroying any heroic reputation I may have earned by my previous rescue. (And before you ask where I was during all of this...don't. I still haven't figured out how he did it all.)
3 comments:
I love how Curtis is such a boy! I would love love love to get a new couch, but I just can't make myself do it. So, I think that the stains left by the kids are just going to have to stay for a while. Including the most recent 'Vicks' incident. Which, by the way, is very greasy.
Poor widdle couch, so defenseless against big boy Curtis. Save that one to pass down to Curtis's kids and show them how naughty their daddy was.
As Bill Cosby says "kill the boy!"
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